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The petite white form of Nyunya was lounging by the famous, beautiful waterfalls of the Umande'mfuni lands. She was currently peering over the edge into the clear waters, apparently examining her reflection. She had begun noticing it more recently, and was becoming rather vain about it. No other had she seen with the salmon pink that decorated her face and the tuft of hair on top of her head. Well, Rahima had it, but it was on the older femme's underside, and hardly noticeable. She lifted a paw a paler white than the rest of her body and ran her claws through the tuft, before lifting her head up fully and peering about.

She sighed softly. She had tried to sneak out again this morning, but her mother had caught her and kiboshed the idea. So she was stuck inside the shelter of the trees today. At least she hadn't been asked to stay with the cubs. That was a plus. If only something interesting would happen.

Nyunya's head swung around at the sound of the voice, her crimson eyes widening a little in surprise. That was most definitely not a lion. She had no idea what kind of feline she was, however. Her mother had told her of leopards and cheetahs, but which of those was this brightly-coloured femme? It was also not entirely impossible that the pink stranger was neither of those. That's when she noticed the pink, and her brow furrowed. She wasn't pleased this this femme copied her colouring. And she had white, too!

As the cheetah drew closer, Ny began to apprecaite - well, not appreciate - the female's true height. Being ridiculously small, even for her age, she had a bit of a size issue. She soon realised the top of her head would not even brush a pink shoulder. She didn't particularly like the thought.

"Hello," she says in reply, unconsciously pulling herself up to as tall as she possibly can. Well... at least her eyes were vastly different from the tall feline's. Blue were common in this land. Red were not. It made her feel slightly better.

Her black tipped ears flickered. She was glad Shairi had stopped a few strides away. It made the height difference less pronounced, but it was hard to miss all the same. "These are the Umande'mfuni lands," she replied after a moment, the word that had tripped her up terribly when she was younger now flowing prefectly from her muzzle.

She slowly lowered herself to a seated position, curling her black-tipped, black-ringed tail around her forepaws. "I haven't seen you around here before. Who are you?" After a slight pause, as though considering whether or not she should say what she's about to, she asks, "What are you?" The question could be considered rude, and oftentimes her questions are deliberately so; this time, however, it's fuelled completely by curiosity.

"Nice to meet you, Shairi," she murmurs, remembering manners. "I'm Nyunya." She shook salmon fur out of her line of sight, then fixed her eyes interestedly on the pink female. So that's what a cheetah looked like. Long legs. What Ny wouldn't give for long legs...

"You've been to the Pridelands?" She scooted closer to Shairi without seeming to realise it. "I've wanted to go there, but my mother won't let me." It was that and her worry over being lost that kept her within the boundaries of the Mistie lands, even though she longed to explore further. Well... mostly her worry. But a slight scowl twisted her pretty features, as if she blamed Denge entirely for her not being able to go.

She listened intently to the cheetah's words about the Pridelands. She'd never seen a lion of golden colour. Silver, yes - Ithi was silver, and she did love that lioness, and her annoying brother Fedha was also that colour - but not gold. Most were of pale colours here. The darkest she'd seen was her younger sister Asherah, for the younger femme was black and white. At Shairi's mention of her scowl, however, it disappeared from her expression and she shook her head. "Nothing's wrong."

She swished the black tuft of her tail a few times, watching it dance across the white fur of her paws, before she looked back up at the other pink and white feline. "Will you tell me more of the Pridelands and the lions you met?" she asks, ending in a belated, "Please?" She didn't use her P's and Q's as much as she should, but she knew it was the quickest way to get what she wanted. And what she wanted now was to know more about the lands beyond the horizon that she'd been sorely tempted to venture into.

She blinks a little. Firekin land? She'd heard of the Firekin lands. Enemies of the Mistie's, she believed, although she wasn't sure on that point. She'd have to ask someone about it. And ask this femme about the Firekins. But in truth, she really didn't know much about the lands she lived in. She spent most of her time trying to build up the courage to go beyond them and explore. At her age, the history of the pride was not all that interesting.

"Well... I'll try to answer any questions you have about these lands. I can't promise I'll know the answers, though."

"There are a lot of lions around here, yes. They're just mostly hidden away, lazing the day away in the peace and content. Most like to lay beside the waterfalls for the same reason you like them. And there are a few here."

She pauses for a moment, letting her tail flick idly. "About the Pridelands... Is it far from here? Are the lands like these? Is it true all the lions live on a rock?"

She nods thoughtfully at this information, assimilating it and storing it away for usage in the future, when she finally decided to travel and see as much of Africa as she could before coming home. But Shairi's earlier question caught up with her. "Actually, the pride is wary of strangers right now. Lions as young as I am aren't generally told all the details, but I gather there is some concern over some enemies of the pride. I hear my mothers talking of a certain lion called Nyekundu most. He seems to worry them." Little does the poor lioness know that she's Nyekundu's daughter, however.