[PRP] What a place (Infatuation x ??)

[Rikalani]

Where to go next? Isoke'oba thought to herself as she sat by the river bend. Her friend, the storyteller, had already moved on to find her next adventure, having collected what stories Isoke had to tell. The invitation floated back to her, Isoke could visit some of the other prides with Ramla. Or she could sit here on her hind, waiting for inspiration to arrive.

Ramla had found her brooding on a rock. It had been ages since the two lionesses had met one another but Isoke lacked her usual energy. She would have normally felt exuberant after her meetings with Ramla, finding the storyteller to be her very own muse but not today. For some godforsaken reason, Isoke had been without creativity, without a desire, to create anything new and beautiful. There was no sunset or sunrise that she found to be glorious. No stars that winked at her as if they held a secret. No rivers that bubbled with infectious laughter. She was robbed of her artistry and she felt empty.

Getting up on her hindquarters, Isoke moved closer to the river. She stared at her wavering reflection and thought how morose she looked for one that was supposed to be an artist and bard.

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[Rikalani]

It was a moment perhaps three before Isoke realized that someone had spoken. Looking up from the river, she saw a lion - no a god, of warmth and dawn. He looked familiar but she didn’t know why. As far as she could recall, she had never met a god.

Tilting her head, she calmly responded, “Hello.”

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Isoke knew that she should be ecstatic about interacting with a god. A god of what, she wasn’t sure but a god mine the less. A part of her knew that she should be jumping him with a thousand questions, trying to gleam all the wondrous tales she could from him but all she could manage was a sigh as she returned to staring at the river.

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