[PRP] Flying without feathers ( Lalaith x Harlyn )

[Conrad The Mighty]

As a cub in a pride which produces more plays than wars, Harlyn's idea of fun is much different than that of a cub where death is something that must be fought off on a regular basis. Where they would pass their time pouncing, sparring, or killing lesser creatures, Harlyn preferred painting and keeping feathers from touching the ground. She could spend endless hours among the costumers, providing entertainment (or distraction) while they prepared for a play or finished a commission. It was the players that she admired the most though, but most of them had no time for unknown cubs such as herself. From what she was told, they were too busy chasing the lime light, whatever that was.

Harlyn's siblings stayed mostly with their mother among the rest of the nobles in the safety of purple numbers. The mostly black cub had only heard whispers of non-purple lions being attacked, but she dismissed it as a fairy tale or a story meant to keep her scared and obedient. What could she possibly have to fear in the safety of her own pride? Perhaps it was the groundlings that were the dangerous ones, after all, they were the ones that were segregated. The curiosity was too much to handle sometimes as her mother would never discuss the 'other half' of the pride off in the forest. Many times she tried to sneak into the forest, but she was often swooped up and brought back to her parents or distracted by shiny things.

The mostly black cub figured it was her pelt that was keeping her from entering the forest and adventuring among the groundlings, some kind of familiarity or something. Tonight would be different though! The groundlings were having a party, even from her mother's den she could hear the shouts of excitement and frivolity. Sneaking out of the den was easy, getting to the workshops of the costumers also proved to be easy. But this was where she was almost always caught, so she had devised a plan to move on. Many of the crafters she was friendly with were going to the party, she knew who had the right oversized cape and face paint to get her through the lines.

Now in disguise, she headed for the edge of the forest, keeping low to the ground and as quiet as her excitement would allow her to be.

Cajanic

 

[Cajanic]

Lalaith wasn't much for parties. Actually, the forest kind of freaked him out. He was definitely worried about what he was going to find there, and what the lions who lived there were going to be like. But the groundlings and the middle class seemed to get along well- they always seemed to be having parties together. He, too, was a member of the middle class, though his circle was not usually associated with the fairy folk and the woods.

He was a scholar- he preferred spending time away from the wilds and the excitement. Living a more refined life, you could say.

But he wanted to learn more about the pride as a whole, so he was going to do it- he was going to go into the forest! Just thinking about it made his legs tremble as he moved along, but he didn't mind. He would ignore it as best he could. For the sake of knowledge!

As he walked along, he noticed a rather strange cape waddling along, seemingly on its own. That was... not quite normal. Blinking, he moved over and touched the cape, poking at it was a claw.

"Hello in there?" He offered softly, "is there... something in there?"

Conrad The Mighty