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"Oh, what are we going to do today precious?" Rokopelli chirped, bouncing from rock, to twig, to leaf in an acrobatic show of stamina and accuracy.
It seemed she had scared of her familiar yet again with her distraught and often maniac behaviour. Rokopelli was of course, insane as per usual.
"Shall we hop over there? Or....over there? Oh where shall we go!?" She flapped her multi-coloured wings and reared up on her hind-legs peering around attentatively. She was an energetic little cub.
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A flash of rainbow colours was hard to miss in a less colourful landscape. Curiousity got the better of Rahima, who stood out as well, but no where near as much as the cub. The lionness though perhaps that it was one of the raindbow birds from the myths...She smiled when she realised what it was. A little godling, how odd.
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"Whose that over there?" Roko whispered excitedly, turning to inwardly face her other self. Pelli seemed to be a little miffed that yet again her other half was asking such a question.
"That's a lioness silly!"
"Mummy?"
"No, not mummy!
The Godling seemed to pull herself together then and in a flurry had leapt up and dashed towards this other with a look of curiosity on her face. "Hello there! We wants to know your name!"
"That's a lioness silly!"
"Mummy?"
"No, not mummy!
The Godling seemed to pull herself together then and in a flurry had leapt up and dashed towards this other with a look of curiosity on her face. "Hello there! We wants to know your name!"
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"I'm called Rahima. And what is your name?" The crimson female sat back and studied Rokopelli. Muroki would have adored her - what with her Egyptian looks. Muroki....no, no. Now was not a time to remember her own oldest trio of children. It only made Rahima bad tempored.
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"Name? We have a name?" Rokopelli turned to gaze from one side to the other, her bi-coloured eyes twitching from side to side. Then suddenly understanding flickered in her orange and purple eyes and she nodded.
"Oh yes, we have a name! Many many names we do precious!"
She seemed to bubble with unexpected energy and bounded forwards. "We can be called...Rokopelli! Or Idiot if you like. Mum liked to call us that all the time."
"Oh yes, we have a name! Many many names we do precious!"
She seemed to bubble with unexpected energy and bounded forwards. "We can be called...Rokopelli! Or Idiot if you like. Mum liked to call us that all the time."
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'We'? Perhaps the young goddess was referring to a dearly loved imaginary friend, or someone Rahima couldn't see...after all, it was an odd world they lived in. The superstitious lionness decided that even if it was just cubs play, she'd better ask, incase she offended some invisable spirit known to gods and not mortals.
"I'm pleased to meet you. Forgive me, but how many are there of you?"
"I'm pleased to meet you. Forgive me, but how many are there of you?"
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The little Goddess blinked and gave a small sniff, turning her eyes curiously up to this red lioness. She sure was being very strange!
"Lioness does not know of us?"
"No she does not! We must not be known here!"
Her wings fell still and Rokopelli's two personalities seemed to connect together once more. "We are we! We are Rokopelli! One, two, three!"
"Not three, two!"
"Two?"
"Yes."
"Not three?"
"No..."
"Oh..."
Silence.
"Lioness does not know of us?"
"No she does not! We must not be known here!"
Her wings fell still and Rokopelli's two personalities seemed to connect together once more. "We are we! We are Rokopelli! One, two, three!"
"Not three, two!"
"Two?"
"Yes."
"Not three?"
"No..."
"Oh..."
Silence.
