(( AIM RP log; takes place just after Kubwa and Wahabu RP. ))

Wahabu's day had started out so wonderfully. It was a beautiful day in the Pridelands, even if he couldn't find mama or baba to play with. That was what had started his trip to visit his grandmother, and his intentions had been quite happy ones. On his way, however, he'd been surprised by a visit from one of his best friends- and then he was accused of not telling him something that the yellow lion found quite startling. His mother was a goddess, and Wahabu still had no idea what in the world to make of it. He was back and fourth between denial and saying his friend would not be wrong about this, and that kept him from going back home to wait for his parents to talk to them about it. No, he decided he would continue on his way and go see bibi, just as he had planned! She'd tell him if it was true or not, and she would make him feel better. That's what grandmothers were for!

"Bibi?" he called out in a rather squeaky, hesitant voice when he reached the familiar den. Hopefully she was there! Wahabu jogged up to the entrance and peeked in.

A loud yawn echoed through the lonely den. Miamba had been on her own for a while now. Her children had grown old enough to leave her, and her love was long gone. She was on her own, for now. But of course, the loneliness wouldn't last much longer. Her time had slowly came to a hault, her body ached with the pains of old age. She was getting older now, and she was not her youthful self.

Her ear twitched as she heard a familiar noise at the foot of her cave. Smirking, she slowly padded over. "Is that my little Wahabu?" She came near, and then turned around. "Now, where could he be? ... I can't seem to find him!" Playfully, she wandered slowly about, and then headed back towards the entrance. "Ah! There's my grandson!" She leaned down to nuzzle him gently. Ah, it was so nice to see a familiar face!

She instantly welcomed Wahabu into her den, holding out a paw. "So, how have you been Wahabu? .... ... I haven't seen you in ages! Anything happen to your mother or father lately? I haven't seen much of them as of late ..." She looked away with worry, and then returned her happy view on the young cub.

Hearing the yawn, Miamba's steps and playful calls brought a smile, albeit a sad one, to the cubs face. It was hard to be completely unhappy when he visited Miamba, he loved his grandmother a great deal. Wahabu did not laugh when she finally reached the entrance and declared him found, but he did return the nuzzle and step closer to her, where he stayed. "Hi bibi," he greeted her, taking a seat right by her leg and looking up at her from there.

"I've been ok," he didn't sound very convincing, though it was certainly much truer than it was than when Kilango had been around, "I don't know where they are today, they're not in our den right now. They should come and see you more!" Wahabu's voice was somewhat sour, and it was quite evident he was holding back some some kind of grudge against them right now for he didn't mention that he too should come and visit more often.

Miamba smiled warmly as Wahabu came in. She lead him in, and then laid down beside him. As he spoke, though, she felt something different about him. He wasn't laughing, or having fun. Something was obviously on his mind. "Are you sure you've been okay, you ... don't sound it." She held out her paws, motioning him to come closer. "Come here, dear."

She nodded lightly. "They do need to come more, but ... I don't mind. I'm sure they have their own reasons for not visiting me as much. I'm glad you come around, though. It makes me quite happy, actually." She looked out towards the cave opening, a confused look in her eyes. Why Wahabu was acting like this was ... beyond her reasoning. She'd never seen her grandson act like this before! She returned her view to the young male, and then came closer to comfort him. "Do you have anything to tell me, sweetie? I don't like it when your like this. It's not like my little Wahabu at all!" She smiled, giggling slightly. She nuzzled the cub's belly, in an effort to tickle him into a better mood.

Wahabu gladly moved into the den with her, and resumed a seated position a bit less close than before. He frowned at himself for not being able to act better, but bibi was smart and he'd never really felt the way he did now. Kilango lied to him, but this was different because his mother was always nice to him, and it wasn't the same kind of lying. As wary as he was sometimes, there were parts of him that were still an innocent and naive cub. He sighed loudly, and scooted closer as she continued to question him about his mood.

"Bibi, is mama a goddess?" he asked bluntly and quite suddenly, leaning back a bit to escape the tickling and look her in the eyes.

Miamba was shocked by how Wahabu was acting! It was nothing like how he was normally. Although, the second he mentioned Mtima'safi, she paused her thoughts. Peering down to her grandson, she quirked a brow. "Why would you think that, Wahabu?" She was very confused by what the little male had just asked her. "Honestly, I don't ... really know for myself, dear. I ... ... your mama looked like a normal lioness the last time I saw her, but ... of course these old eyes don't see it all!" She chuckled a bit, trying to get a smile out of Wahabu.

Wahabu looked intently at his grandmother, almost as if her yes or no would make the whole situation true or false.

"I- I don't know," he mumbled falsely at first, letting her get out her opinion. He scowled at the mention of her old eyes, not liking it when she refered to herself as old. "S-so she could be? Couldn't there just be a goddess that has the same name and the same colors and markings? That could happen, right, bibi?" Wahabu didn't explain how he'd come to this information, though it was clear he wasn't confident in the huge coinsidence theory, "Why wouldn't mama tell me?"

Miamba just thought to herself as the young cub rambled on. She zoned out, and began pondering. Could Mtima really be a goddess? It was a little farfetched, but anything was possible in this crazy world. She looked back down at Wahabu, frowning. "If she was a goddess, dear, ... she wouldn't want to worry you. With knowledge comes responsibility, and i'm sure your Mama has her reasons for keeping it a secret." She tried her best to calm him down, or atleast make him a little more cheerful. This sadness is what made Miamba feel even worse. She hated seeing her grandcubs upset.

"But-" he started resistantly, but found himself unable to find a good argument against what Miamba said. With a small sigh he flopped to the ground and rested his head on her paws, "Baba's not a god too, is he? Do you think he knows? I mean, if it's true." Wahabu started to think more about what it would mean for her to be a goddess rather than whether or not it was true. Why wasn't he a god then too? What was she the goddess of? Why didn't bibi know? He thought she knew everything!

Miamba sighed lightly with all of Wahabu's questions. She was wise in her old age, but even she couldn't solve some of these mind boggling questions that her grandson threw at her. "Baba is not a God, I can assure you. He was not a God at birth, he's not a God now. If Mama is a god, i'm sure he is aware. But, they probably want to protect you. Anyways, if everyone knew your mother was a Goddess, it could turn into a bad thing with the Pridelands. Its good to lay low in such a large pride, even if they are nice. Theres always a negative seed to start things going, you know." She leaned down, to nuzzle the cub's head gently. "You don't need to worry. Your mother and father are just fine. Just take them for who they are, and don't question what life has given you.

Wahabu glanced upward as Miamba considered his questions and began to answer them. She gave very reasonable answers, and he knew that she'd know if baba was a god or not since she was his mama.

"I didn't think about the pride," he murmured, glancing back down to the wall. He wondered why a pride would not be happy with a goddess among them, weren't the gods a good thing? He'd never met a bad god, that was for sure! But he didn't know everyone, and not everyone might like gods- he wasn't naive enough to think everyone thought the same way, he and his sister were proof enough of that. "I still think she should have said something to me," he grumbled quietly, ever stubborn on that point.

He rolled over so he was on his back, looking up at his grandmother's nose above him, "You're good at that."