[PRP] Seeing Red (Sunnbein x Milas)

[Rennekae]

It was a fine day to die; the sun was warm, the sky was clear, the wind was refreshing. Sunna had just returned to her den with a bright smile and her braided bark-fibre bag full of herbs to dry. Her paws were a little browner today than normal, being covered in mud from the marsh where she had been collecting her plants. She made a mental note to make a trip down to the ocean to wash her paws once she had put away her collection.

After neatly laying out every item and arranging them to her satisfaction, Sunna picked her way down to the edge of where the stream was still saltwater. She dipped her paws carefully into the rushing water and rubbed them against the rocks on the streambed to work loose the drying mud. She noticed rather suddenly that she could smell another lion over the scent of salt and glanced around, a little nervously. She was still in her pride's lands but Sunna was not a fighter, and the lion could very well be a rogue looking to challenge their way in. She caught sight of a familiar burgundy pelt and it's accompanying fiery mane and tail and relaxed. They hadn't been formally introduced but at least she knew there was no danger. Sunna returned to washing her paws, but kept one ear swivelled in his direction and paid close attention as the male grew closer in case he wanted to start up a conversation.

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[Rennekae]

"A good day, indeed," Sunna responded with a dip of her head. She mulled over the male's question for a moment before replying. "I've never felt the desire to lead a Warband so I'm not particularly upset about being told I can't. Though I can't say I'm very fond of the reasoning. And what say you on the changes?"

In truth, Sunna had never had the desire for fighting or Viking and had never wanted to become a Reaver or Captain. She was far from flower-blooded; in fact, she was a capable combatant with a fiery spirit. She just wasn't interested in a warrior's life, opting instead to pursue the life of a priestess.

She was, however, incredibly displeased with hearing she was "less" because of her gender or her rogue blood. This newcomer Warlord of theirs clearly didn't know his pride very well if he thought females were any "less" of anything. But, she held her tongue for the time being, at least publicly.

"I don't believe we've been formally introduced. I am Sunnbein."

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[Rennekae]

Sunna nodded heartedly at Milas' response. In her eyes, there were no grounds to the new Warlord's statement that females couldn't do the same jobs as males; after all, plenty of the pride's females had already been doing it and proved themselves just as capable. If someone could do something, why not let them?

"Hear, hear. I couldn't agree with you more," she responded. Then, "Yes, I'd heard you were originally from outside the pride. My mother was as well, though my siblings and I were born here. I sometimes wonder what it would be like elsewhere, but not so much as to find out."

Sunna smiled at Milas' comment. "Thank you; it's sweet of you to say." She nodded in acknowledgement of his name. "Well met, Milas."

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[Rennekae]

Sunna wondered briefly if Milas' mother was also a Thrall, but bit her tongue against the question. It was doubtful. Most lions and lionesses that came to the Stormborn challenged their way in, and were awarded the status of Freeborn. Her mother had had the same choice, but unfortunately, no desire to fight. So she had agreed to be "captured" and spend her life in "servitude" to her "master", Sunna's father, Tryggr. The only happy thing these changes had brought about - in Sunna's eyes - was her mother's existence in the pride being recognized for what it truly was - she was now known publicly as Tryggr's Wife, as she had always secretly been, not his slave, as she had pretended to be.

Shaking her head as if shaking off the thought, Sunna listened to Milas' comments about the outside world. She smiled brightly and teasingly responded.

"How positively vague and neutral. My curiosity shall be forever sated." The smirk on her lips was nothing next to the laughter in her eyes.

"The changes really don't affect my plans; I've always sought to be a Priestess. I've been an apprentice since adolescence and my training is completed, but I still have to wait to be welcomed as a full Priestess." Sunna herself wasn't sure what the holdup was. Perhaps there could only be so many Priestesses at once? Perhaps they were expecting some divine sign? Either way, she was happy to continue bettering her skills while she waited. "What about you, Milas? What future do you see for yourself here?"

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[Rennekae]

Sunna smiled and shook her head, all in good fun of course. Had she known Milas better, perhaps she would have given him a good-natured shoulder- or hip-check. Alas, it was a little too early in her eyes, and her ear twitched with slight awkwardness at just the thought of how poorly that might be received.

"No, I don't think you had." Sunna cocked her head in mild curiosity. She was aware of Milas' sister - twin, actually, if she recalled correctly - but hadn't known there were any others. "Are they all here with you?"

Sunna's surprise was entirely based on how she hadn't noticed the other eight siblings, provided they were in the pride. Large families didn't scare her - she loved her family, and would love even more to be part of a huge brood. Or have one of her own someday. Besides, as far as impressive family ties went, Sunna was the granddaughter of a god.

"Thank you," Sunna responded with a warm smile. Milas was turning out to be quite the sweetheart. "Well, your experience as a Reaver may help you be a better Lawspeaker in the end."

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[Rennekae]

"You'll have to arrange some introductions sometime," Sunna smiled. Odd, she thought silently to herself, that the comment was actually genuine, and not just a pleasantry. While she was never outwardly rude, Sunna was known to be generally aloof among her pride members; friendly enough, but without getting invested or close to people. That was the way she preferred things. Usually.

Sunna's smile regained a hint of its impish smirk as she replied, "Now it's my turn to be glad to provide service." She finished the comment with a playful wink.

"Mind? Of course not. In fact, I think I'd rather like it." Milas really was sweet. As the two turned to pad off in the direction of Sunna's den, she lightly bumped her flank against Milas' - gentle enough that it could be played off as an accident, a very deliberate move on the part of generally-no-touching and unaffectionate Sunna.

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