"Lady Ndalia. Welcome to Kivuli."

[Shomoro]

Involved:
Mizuka, Kivuli King
Kisehemu, Kivuli Knight
Enzaudhi, Kivuli Huntress
Ndalia, Jinjin'tau Princess
Sammar, Jinjin'tau Warrior
Chaosti, Jinjin'tau Ambassador
Kinamisa, Jinjin'tau Huntress
Amahl, Tyne Prince

Foothills of Mt. Kivuli

There's a new face in the contingent from Jinjin'tau...sort of. Amahl had just sort of appeared out nowhere the previous evening, with no explanation whatsoever, and has been tagging along with the little group ever since. Judging from the fact that he's been practically glued to Sammar's side the entire time, the maneless lion might have something to do with his presence. The boy himself has barely said a word to anyone, and has in fact been looking intimidated and a bit overwhelmed the whole time. But he told his father he wanted to do this! He's not going to give up and just go home because these people are unfamiliar and he's convinced that he's going to say something wrong and make them all /hate/ him. Besides, diplomats have to deal with intimidating, overwhelming strangers all the time, don't they? Yes. So he's been trying to stick it out, even though it's hard going so far.
Meanwhile, gathered on the eastern border of Kivuli is a little contingent of its own. Mizuka has been counting days, watching the phase of the moon, and getting steadily more agitated. Yes, he supposes they had to coordinate themselves /somehow/, but why do it in what he's convinced has to be the most irritating way possible? The messenger, a flighty little lemon dove, had stayed long enough to squawk out something vague about the morning of the new moon two months from now, he...thinks. It hadn't spoken very clearly, and it had flown away as soon as it was finished talking, either not caring to elaborate or worried that something was going to come along and make a meal out of it. At any rate, as near as he can figure it, it's been about that long since the bird was here, and so he's staked out the border for a purpose other than patrolling. That doesn't mean he's not pacing, though, because he is. He's usually a rather controlled sort, but not today. Maybe it's just too early, or maybe he's--well, not nervous, but on edge a little.
Finally, nearby the king is a rather unlikely duo: Kisehemu, one of his knights, and a rather pale, bewildered-looking girl who's crept after them and settled down on her stomach nearby, pressed almost flat to the ground. Looking at her, one would almost think she's not supposed to be here and snuck in anyway...but the truth is that the two males are well aware of her presence. Not appreciative, necessarily, but aware. They haven't said a word, but Enzaudhi is looking nervous enough for all three of them anyway. She wants to see what's going on, but this is rather more excitement than one very reclusive, anxious lioness can take.

Sammar had thought that Amahl's presence would damp his own anxiety a little, but if anything it's made it worse-- the boy has stuck terribly close, and it's only made Sammar more agitated. He's been quite waspish, although that at least hasn't been directed at the adolescent, but rather at everybody else. He'd tried to groom Ndalia earlier, but hadn't got very far (if she'd even -let- him) before stalking off. He really -had- thought he'd be okay with it-- but now, as they make the final approach, he finds himself hating this king just seeing his outline against the sun. He's growling a little, but he cuts it short, and where before he'd been a little off to the side now he moves closer, flanking the young queen-to-be. Quick glance at Amahl, and then at Ndalia-- her beauty is a large part of why he loves her, and to think that this is the last time he can pretend she is -his-- well. He moves to try to nudge his nose against her shoulder, and straightens, face settling into stern, faintly disapproving lines. He looks once more to Amahl, trying to put his attention -there-, to his guest. Must put on game face. Yes.

She had not been pleased to learn that she would be accompanying the Jinjin'tau Princess into these lands of Kivuli, nor did her mood improve when the Queen demanded that the skull piece she had hidden her face behind for so long, be removed. It had been remarked that it would make the Jinjin'tau seem barbaric. And being the representative of the pride, they didn't want to give the wrong impression to the Kivuli King about his future queen. It was a demand made at the expense of Chaosit's own self-esteem. Barbaric! Humph. It goes without saying, that the journey here has done little in the ways of brightening her skulking disposition. In fact, for most of the trek, the ambassador has done a good job at dragging behind the group, stepping up only when circumstances called for it. But as their small congregated group approached the Kivuli border, the lioness seemed to steel her resolve, shoving her insecurities aside as she plays her part in this little dog-and-pony show. And as the group nears, it is Chaosti that leads, moving forward in a graceful stride, each paw striking the earth with a solid purpose. Unlike the others, the lioness shows no discernible emotions. Just a stoic, intense expression.

For her part, Ndalia was about as happy being on this... journey as anyone else was. But, she never let on how she felt, knowing it was her dear father's wish for her to be the future Queen of the lion who saved her mother's life. Staying close by Sammar's side for most of the long journey, the Princess was content to let him groom her when she felt no one was looking. But the closer they had gotten, she has spurned any advance he had made. Now that they were in Kivuli and the outline of her intended could be seen, Ndalia gracefully stepped closer to the front, looking forward to the meeting.

Near the trailing edge of the group from Jinjin'tau, Kinamisa walks with quiet pawsteps. While she may have been sent along on this life-changing journey, the young lioness is certainly not anyone of great importance, like many of the others. If she had remained in the land of her birth, she may have someday been a huntmistress, but even that is gone now. Still, that was a place she never belonged anyways, and perhaps here she'd have a second chance at setting things right. So, the huntress remains in her proper place, behind the ambassedor and guard, only drawing to stand about a half-lion's length behind the princess at her side. At seeing the strangers, her ears perk slightly, but as usual... the quiet lioness keeps her thoughts to herself.

Ever since they set out this morning, Sammar has seemed very--very /angry/, almost. Amahl thinks he understands why, going by something the maneless lion had said to him, but he's oblivious to the fact that his insistence at sticking close might be contributing to the older male's temper. After all, Sammar invited him along, so it's his job to deal with the adolescent--isn't it? He certainly hopes so. --He's /growling/. Ech. Is this /normal/? He looks around at the others, making an effort not to gape at Chaosti in the process--trying to see if any of them look surprised. And then, they're coming up to the Kivulians and stopping, and, oh dear, nobody in either group looks particularly /happy/. Why are they doing this, if they don't want to be here?
"Master Mizuka." Kisehemu's voice is quiet, but it makes the king look up anyway, and he follows the knight's gaze to the approaching party off in the distance. Right. He supposes he got the correct day, then. He sighs and forces himself to still, to adopt a more fitting, regal posture to greet them with. But his face is tense, and that tension highlights the wrinkles in his face; he's not /old/, but he's not exactly young anymore either. His counterparts in Tyne have adolescent sons; they're all well-established into their positions by now. Everyone in Kivuli has got to think there's something strange about that, but then again...who is there, really, that would be eligible to be a queen? That he's /not/ related to, anyway. He thinks briefly of Khamisa and his frown deepens, his mouth drawing into a rather displeased grimace; she's back home in the royal cavern, sick. Which is why she's not here. He's got Kisehemu on one side, but the other feels bizarrely empty. "Enzaudhi," he calls, his voice low, and the lioness jerks and then stands up, eyeing him guiltily. "Get over here and look useful." He doesn't turn to see if she's complied; there's a pregnant pause behind him, and then he can hear her hurrying over to stand next to him. There. Hopefully that will help him look a little better, even if he doesn't have all of /his/ close people with him.
"He said look /useful/," he hears Kisehemu say a minute later, annoyed, and then the other male falls quiet again. They remain that way, poised, as the Jinjin'tau draw closer...and once they're within speaking distance, once Ndalia has drawn out in front of the others, Mizuka steps forward as well. He bows his head to her, his eyes flickering briefly over the rest as he does so. His expression betrays not the slightest hint of surprise when it lands on the maneless lion...or Chaosti...or even Amahl (though that last may be because he doesn't recognise the Tyne prince). But he's certainly noticed them all, even Kinamisa in the back. "Lady Ndalia. Welcome to Kivuli."

Chaosti draws up-- despite her scars, Sammar approves of her without that mask, which he's always thought both worrying and adolescent-- he'd tried to compliment her after she'd taken it off; he hopes it sank in. He's not -terribly- good at being diplomatic-- his expression might not be openly -aggressive- but there's a stiffness to his stance that's -quite- obviously, and he stares directly at Mizuka when the lion speaks. -Feh-. Look at that. /Feh/. Assst. He doesn't growl but oh he's -so- not happy. He looks over at Amahl again, but it's brief, made without turning his head, and then his gaze flickers over to Chaosti ,watchin the way -she's- acting. And then at last-- and lingering-- at Ndalia; he scrutinizes her body language: is she -excited- about this?

In spite of the obvious silhouette of the Kivuli King, it is the land that Chaosti's regards are given to first as she approaches. Her relentlessly intense gaze roaming over the terrain in a manner of quiet scrutiny. Then, with a dismissive flick of her charred ear, the Jinjin'tau Ambassador seems satisfied enough with them and her attention shifts to the waiting figure of the male lion, who's stature strikes Chaosti as something far from impressive. Atleast as far as size goes. But who is she to judge? Nevertheless, the lioness puts her own thoughts aside and steadily continues her approach, her sleek, lissome figure pushing through the occasional upspring of grass and twig. As for the others, her consideration towards them is in the form of a single ear, tilted back to listen in on any words that might be spoken- be they directed to her, or in general. In any case, Chaosti is more than ready to have this journey done and over with. So when only a leaping distance survives between the group and the Kivuli King, the ambassador comes to a smooth halt. A single, startling blue eye fixes itself upon the face of the lion, while the other is forced open to reveal only a colorless orb. Chaosti dips her head most graciously before the king, and despite the horror of her appearance, the voice of the lioness falls upon the ears as melodic and sweet as a dew berry, " Lord Mizuka." - a nod to the others around him- " May I present the Princess of Jinjin'tau, Lady Ndalia." With this said, Chaosti steps to the side, enabling the soon to be Queen to be clearly visible to all of the Kivuli pridals who are present. And with herself now in the background, a brief glance is spared quietly in Sammar's direction, the ambassador measuring his reaction and allowing herself a small sense of pleasure at seeing his rather less than enthused expression, only to feel guilty for it a second later.

Whether she was aware of Sammar's actions or looks, Ndalia didn't give any indication of pleasure or unhappiness. The look on her beautiful face, was serene... calm and regal, which only added to her beauty. The Jinjin'tau Princess offers a small smile of thanks to Chaosti for the introduction and steps all the way forward, with light, regal steps and nods her head in greeting to the Kivuli ruler. "I am very pleased to meet you, King Mizuka. I am looking forward to seeing more of your lands."

Luckily, Kinamisa has no need to play games of politics. She was sent along on this expedition for a simple reason, to become a huntress, and such things did not require much pomp and posture. Her eyes look first to this Kivulian king who would become her new lord, an appraising look passing with one lifted eyebrow. Somehow, she'd thought that he younger, or bigger, or something certainly, but perhaps all of this was part of the reason the lion had not taken a mate from his own lands and had to seek elsewhere. In either case, Kinamisa bows her head slightly, showing proper respect. She gives a cautious, concerned glance towards Ndalia, and then further towards Chaosti and Sammar. Still, she says nothing, only folding her ears back and then doing what she does best... quietly fading into the background. She hopes to have time to speak to this king Mizuka, but that was for another time, when the emphasis was not set upon pridal relations and politcs.

Well, nobody seems particularly surprised, so maybe this /is/ normal. Kind of a strange personality for a diplomat to have, if you ask /him/. Then again...Chaosti doesn't really look like one either, and there she goes getting in front of Ndalia and introducing her like that. The adolescent sighs, but he does so very quietly, and just...watches. The darker lion must be Mizuka; he's the one that's talking. Doesn't really look like his father; he's heard that the last king of Kivuli was a white lion. Then again, Amahl doesn't really resemble his own father either.

Mizuka's lack of stature doesn't preclude a strong /presence/; the lion certainly has that in droves as his golden eyes settle on Chaosti. Once again, however, his expression doesn't betray his thoughts...though his gaze does shift away to focus on Sammar again shortly, perhaps aware that the other male is watching him. He stares back for a minute, unblinking, and when he turns his attention back to Ndalia he does so very deliberately. "And I'm pleased to meet you as well. I'd be happy to give you and your retainers a tour of the lands, but you are, of course, free to explore them at your leisure." They'll be living here from now on, after all. He looks over his shoulder briefly, indicating the two behind him. "This is Sir Kisehemu, one of my knights, and that is...Enzaudhi." The pause is slight, but it's there. Enzaudhi doesn't have the titles that Khamisa does, and her name sounds /much/ less impressive when set up against the other Kivulians here.
A fact which she seems to be aware of. When her name is indicated she gives an odd little twitch and then smiles awkwardly at the Jinjin'tau; Kisehemu, beside her, is just as expressionless as his ruler's...but his eyes do close after a minute, and the gesture is almost resigned. She may have been a lady when Kimondo was still around, but Enzaudhi certainly doesn't seem to know how to /act/ like one.

Well. He's proud of their ambassador, and there's -that-. Still-- -his- response to Mizuka is a little different-- he focuses not on size, now, but on presence-- the other -does- seem quite noble. He'd think snotty, but no, this is how such meetings -ought- to go. -That- at least-- well, at least it's -not- a slobbering idiot who's going to get Ndalia. There's that. He hates that he might able able to respect this Mizuka-- it makes this that much harder. And Ndalia looks-- well, not -delighted-, anyway. Which is good. He relaxes a little, ears pricking forward, eyeing Kisehemu-- this must be Sammar's equivalent for the king, he thinks.

Faced with no other certain task at the moment, Chaosti falls back into a silent observation. And this alone enables a glimpse beneath that emotionless, invisible mask that the scar-faced lioness seems to hide behind. For as she stands there in silence, feeling like a mere pawn in this political arrangement, her darkly delineated lips turn down in a subtle frown, while the blinded optic once more returns behind a blackened lid. Behind her, a tuffless tail slowly writhes in a methodical motion, each smooth twitch swaying only the tip side to side. Every word and every shift of posture is silently calculated by the Jinjin'tau Ambassador and equally scrutinized, trying to see beneath the facade that plays out before her; and not just on the Kuvuli side.

Ndalia, having learned how to act since she was a cub, was ever the graceful lioness. oh, her parents would be so proud if they could see how she was handling her responsibilities. She nods her head in greeting to the two introduced, "Sir Kisehemu, Enzaudhi it is a pleasure to meet you both as well." All the while she felt eyes boring into her... was it Sammar, Chaosti or maybe the silent Kina? She didn't know, but she knew one thing she'd need to do once she had a moment to think. Turning her attention back to Mizuka, the princess was already beginning to like him, "A tour would be wonderful."

Ndalia has disconnected.

[Shomoro]

As the others are silent, and Sammar doesn't seem to be staring at him anymore, Mizuka's focus remains largely on Ndalia. Of course, it's a safe bet that he's still aware of everybody else's presence even if he doesn't look like it; if nothing else, the Kivulian king seems to be a sharp individual.
"Charmed, Lady Ndalia," Kisehemu says when she acknowledges him, his eyes opening again. His voice is a smooth rumble, cultured and a little distant--for that matter, so is Mizuka's. There /is/ some sort of facade going on here, but it's hard to tell exactly what's hiding underneath this polite, carefully structured conversation. The two of them play this game quite well. Enzaudhi, on the other hand, does not. The knight's brow creases into a frown, and he gives her a discreet nudge; she stammers out, "Pleased to meet you--", looking about as overwhelmed as Amahl is feeling, but at least she hasn't messed up /completely/. The prince in question continues to observe, rather apprehensively, but--
"Please excuse my huntress," Mizuka goes on without missing a beat. "She's inexperienced in dealing with pridal relations and needs coaching." There's a brief pause before he adds, his eyes resting on the others: "And who are your retainers?" It's a little pointed, a reminder that the Jinjin'tau have quite forgotten their manners--after all, Mizuka introduced his, and he isn't even the one with anything to prove, expecting to come live on foreign lands. He could, theoretically, just send Ndalia's group packing off to their homeland now that she's here; the least they can do is introduce themselves.

Sammar grumbles in response to -that-, directing his stare towards Chaosti again, easing a little closer to Ndalia as though the direct question, with its oh-so-slight tone, had been an attack. Still-- Mizuka -does- have a point. How -dare- he not be as horrible as Sammar had hoped? His tail snaps once, twice.

Indeed, Ndalia is quiet the Princess, Chaosti is wont to think as the lovely lioness steps up to offer her own words of diplomatic gratitude. But the further thoughts of the scarred lioness's take a contemptuous turn as the soon to be queen seems to think only of herself. Atleast, this is how Chaosti feels towards her. Of course, none of this is revealed in her demeanor nor the tone of her voice as the lioness gently clears her throat and speaks, " This is Sammar, Royal Guard of the Jinjin'tau and loyal protector of Princess Ndalia." she offers, lifting her muzzle in the direction of the maneless lion. Her gaze then pivots toward Kinamisa, a small reassuring smile managing to flicker across the dark lips of the lioness. It is a smile shared only to the adolescent. " And this young hunter is Kinamisa." And while Chaosti wishes she could add more to the leonine girl's name, she leaves it at that. " As for me, I am Chaosti, Royal Ambassador of the Jinjin'tau." She dips her once again- the resemblance of a bow. " And while a tour would be pleasing," she lies, " I believe I have seen enough unfamiliar terrain for the day." The scarred lioness smiles now, though the expression is lost within the distortion of the right side of her face. " Of course, I cannot say I speak for the others..." she simply states. Let them agree or speak for themselves.
After her introduction of Kinamisa, but before herself, the lioness's single blue eye finally roams over to the small lion that seems to have faded into the background, nearly forgotten by the Ambassador. And this fact is eluded to in the tone of her voice, " And that," she says with a jerk of her head, " Is..Amahl, Prince of the Tyne." She struggles to recall the small lion's name and title and even more so to pronounce it right. After all, she had been barely paying attention to Summar when the guard had introduced him to the group. No, he eyes had been on the weakling, all the while wondering -why- Summar would want -him- along? ( Just stick that in somewhere )

Mizuka doesn't thank her for the introductions; there's nothing /to/ thank her for, after all, as it's the barest of courtesy. But he does listen, and his gaze turns to each of them in turn, matching names to faces. Amahl is the last, and when she introduces him his nostrils flare, the only outward indicator of surprise. Elimnyama's son? What's /he/ doing here? His gaze returns to Chaosti again, and it's a bit narrower than before. "Very well," is all he says of it, though. "You're all welcome to rest wherever you wish, of course. My pride tends to congregate near the mountain to the southwest, but if you'd prefer to stay somewhere separately for now, you can." And then, to Ndalia: "Shall we?"
But as he turns to go, he calls, "Kisehemu," his voice soft again, something meant only between the two of them even though it's just that one word. The knight seems to understand whatever it is he wants, because he bows his head to the retreating male and then approaches Amahl and Sammar. He's just as surprised to hear the prince's name as Mizuka is, honestly. Yet it's Sammar he addresses. "Are you the only guard they sent, or should we be expecting more?" he asks, politely enough. Amahl just looks at him, his eyes skipping between all of the other leonines, and Enzaudhi, for her part, fidgets uncomfortably. Are they done, then? /She/ didn't get any orders. Should she go with Mizuka? Probably not. Unsure of what to do with herself, she offers another of those awkward smiles--though who even knows if it'll be noticed--before turning and slinking away in a hurry. That went /horribly/! Ugh. Kisehemu's probably going to box her ears for it later. Stupid knight with his stupidly high standards of conduct...

Sammar jerks his chin when he's introduced. Quick look once more towards Amahl when Chaosti says his name. He straightens a little when Kisehemu comes their way, at last moving away from Ndalia, but not before murmuring, "Goodbye," by her ear, gruff. "- I believe so; I am Ndalia's keeper mostly, however... Although Amahl I suppose could double as a guard, given a little time."

Chaosti absently watches as the Jinjin'tau Princess and the King of Kivuli begin to depart. But more than this, it is actually the young lioness Enzaudhi that retains most of the ambassadors's regards. Why? Because of all the fake faces tonight, the Kivuli huntress is the only one who seems to portray the truth. The truth of just what they are walking into. And while Chaosti doesn't know what time will reveal, she is certain that it will not be this facade that has taken place tonight. Though with the movement of Kisehemu's approach, the lioness adverts her attention toward the Kivuli male and Summar, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly at Kisehemu's odd question in a suspicious manner. Why would he be concerned with something like that? Just the same, Chasoti is careful not to portray this across. Instead, the ambassador remains stead-fast, merely watchful of the exchange.

Amahl himself laughs at that, but it's a short, breathless sound, uncomfortable. "Oh, I couldn't double as a guard," the adolescent is quick to assure. "I'm just here because Sammar said he could train me as a diplomat," he confides to Kisehemu. Truthfully he feels like he shouldn't even be speaking to the knight...or to Ndalia...or, well, /any/ of this foreign royalty. It's a strange feeling to have, given that /he's/ royalty himself.
A royal guard training diplomats? Right. Judging from the look Amahl gets a minute later, the same thought has just dawned on him. Kisehemu wants to snort, but suppresses the urge admirably. "Very well, then," he says. "Your messenger didn't say exactly who was coming, so we weren't sure how many retainers to expect. If there isn't a second group, then I won't keep watch for stragglers. May I steal your prince for a moment? We haven't been in contact with Tyne for some time, and we're curious to know how our allies are faring." That's an odd turn of phrase, /his/ prince.
"Uhm, well--" The question hadn't been directed at him even though it was /about/ him, but Amahl tries to inject anyway.

Sammar glances at Chaosti, raising his eyebrows. Does she feel he hasn't got this under control? Well- he's fairly sure he -does-, lack of diplomacy or no. "-- Ah--" is that really what he'd said? It seems a curious excuse now, doesn't it? He's really -not-.... But-- maybe Chaosti! The look he shoots the scarred female now is -both- eyebrows raised, a little hopeful-- clearly she can read his mind! Kisehemu's giving htem both a rather -curious- look, and Sammar lays his ears back. "YeS?" he prompts, grouchy, and then-- wait. -His- prince? Well, he supposes that's right-- Amahl -is- his charge. "Certainly you can. I'll be around, boy. Go off then." Go talk to the nice man.

The Kivuli male isn't the only one who is forced to refrain a snort of amused disbelief. For in what short time Chaosti has spent observing the Tyne Prince, the Royal Ambassador can hardly imagine the meek fellow as a diplomat. Or even more so, a guard. Now as a cub-sitter? Even that is a stretch as the lioness imagines a litter of rebellious cubs causing the lion of Tyne to cower. Again, what great purpose did Summar see in this creature? And in close resemblance to her thoughts, this is the rather unconvinced expression that the guard receives from the female. Dig yourself out of this hole. That is what her returned expression suggest. But then feeling a pained sympathy for all that her lost love must already endure, the lioness raises her voice to draw some of the attention away from the two males. Mainly Summar. " There will be no others. Amahl had kindly choosen to join us to help guide us to your lands, aswell as serve our small group. He has proven himself cpable enough." Well, he did get them to Kivuli, even if his directions where spoken in a note of self-uncertainty.

"Very well," Kisehemu repeats, and gestures to the boy, stepping back. "Walk with me? I do need to finish checking the borders." He doesn't wait for a response before he adds to the others: "If you're thirsty or hungry Enzaudhi can guide you to--" Wait, where /is/ the lioness? She'd slipped off so quickly and quietly he hadn't even noticed she was gone. For somebody who can barely hunt, she certainly can skulk around well. He sighs, his eyes squinting shut for a minute. "--Well, never mind," he finishes. "I can take you, if you don't mind waiting a few minutes."
He's been invited on a /patrol/? Amahl glances at Sammar, uncertainly, his ears tilted back. "Well, I guess--" Something tells him he's not going to get out of speaking with Kisehemu, so he may as well go along with it.

Perhaps naively, Sammar takes Chaosti's words to mean her feelings towards his new friend are positive-- he shoots her a smile and then gives Amahl a nudge, equally brief. "Go on. -- I believe I'll be able to find the waterhole on my own, but thank you." The second half is only a -little- laggy-- it's not the other guard's fault that Sammar wants to bite his king's face off.

Suspicion returns as the conversation evolves, the lioness's singled eyed gaze lingering between Kisehemu and the scrawny Prince. Speak of manners, wouldn't it be more appropriate for the Kivuli Guard to request Sammar's presence on his patrol? Of course, Chaosti highly doubts that the maneless lion would be oh-so-enthused to find himself in Amahl's position right now. For with a bitterness secretly kept to herself, she can be sure that the Jinjin'tau lion would much rather slink off to the waterhole and loath the male that his lover so admirably choice to leave with. Though there is one thing that Chaosti can and does agree with, as it is spoken by the maneless lion. " Indeed, do not concern yourself. I'm sure we will find a way to make ourselves at home." It is her polite way of saying she is done here and that not only is Kisehemu's presence no longer needed, but preferred.

"I'm sure you will, /ambassador/." Kisehemu stresses the word just a little, perhaps. He waits until Amahl has come over to him and inclines his head towards Sammar. Chaosti gets a nod as well...but his gaze lingers on her for a moment. Not on her scars, but on her face and good eye. The corners of his mouth twist up briefly, and as he turns away the knight shakes his head, setting off with the adolescent in tow. And a few moments later, the two of them are gone, swallowed up in the grass at the bottom of the foothills.

As the other two retreat, so too does Sammar-- he too heads into the grass, but in another direction-- more northernly than westernly-- off to go exploring. "I'll meet up with you later," to Chaosti over his shoulder. "You look around too--" and perhaps between the two of them they can begin to get an idea of what this place is like.

The Jinjin'tau's lioness's brows knits together as the detects the emphasis of her title. And this along causes the feline's gaze to follow after the retreat of the Kivulie guard and the Tyne Prince. The pink texture of her tongue emerges to wash across her lip in a thoughtful manner, the lioness turning that blue eye toward Sammar as the lion already begins to slink away in a disgruntled manner. Though she offers no reply in return to his words. Instead, the blind white optic is now allowed to gleam outward with it's ugliness, the ambassador turning her gaze out towards the horizon and the direction in which her future King and Queen departed. So, this is where fate had lead her? Lead them? She can only wonder what tomorrow with bring...

[Elimnyama]

Guys, that was really, really awesome. Such terrific poses! I'm sorry I couldn't be there with Lilura (altho' my poses with her wouldn't have been that interesting... probably all "emo I MISS BIHAR" ). Way to go, everybody!

Is there going to be a little period now where folks can just RP amongst themselves in less-structured scenes? And what's the next group scene that's got to be RPed?

[Shomoro]

Yep, everyone can just kind of hang around and do whatever they want for now. The next big thing would be Ndalia's coronation...which should be happening soonish. And sometime before the earthquake, the Mizuka/Ndalia cubs need to be born. That's it for awhile, though!

Which reminds me! I need to prod you for MOAR RP when you get back. I'm sure you're thrilled. XD

[Msasi]

"AND THIS IS.. ENZAUDHI. WHOSE NAME SUCKS COMPARED TO MY SISTER'S, AND SHE ALSO LACKS A SPIFFY TITLE FOR THE FIND LIST-- ER, IN THE PRIDE SO SHE'S JUST SORT OF HERE."

Poor Enz'. I loves her tho'! XD

[Darkling]

*Gasp* OMG, I feel so bad. Chaosti forgot about Lilura being in their little group. Sorry Lil'! *Laughs* Well just have to say she made mention of her..or something like that..yeah. 0.o