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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2018 2:00 pm
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It hadn't taken long for word to spread to her about the Bahari'mtoto. Brew Mistress hadn't been surprised, though. Peace was fragile at best and never lasted, the inherent nature of lions. All things came to an end, and the truce was no exception. Or perhaps it was weak leadership.
Still, she found herself wandering to not the Bahari border but the western border, gathering herbs and such. None had to do with the Insanity Brew, as not everything she did was related to that. There were many things she made, some to simply have a good time and release inhibitions, and others to help remedy various pains and ailments unrelated to the other two brews. Today was about the healing factors, and one plant in particular only grew near the border where jungle met grassland met river.
The only problem was that it put the dark lioness a bit out in the open when she stepped beyond the trees.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2018 2:53 pm
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Ciro...didn't know where he was. That was a first. He had already been 'released from treatment' from the two healers, and had sent his small group ahead to scout. With the three of their abilities together, he knew they could handle themselves. He wouldn't be gone for long, just enough time to clear his mind, and figure out what the hell happened a few nights ago.
His wounds were still on the mend, but they still hurt. Every step he took, he found the injury stretching. He finally decided to slow his pace, maybe that would stop the constant pull on the cut skin. Then again, if he needed to revisit the healer's pride for some...more attention, he would happily do so if it was seeing those lovely ladies again.
The Captain sighed. The scent of this new land was different. He was on edge, per normal, and it visibly showed for the male. He usually hid it so much better.
Golden eyes scanned the area, wondering who could be lurking nearby. His wandering gaze didn't last long. He spotted a female not too far in a small clearing. Well, well, well. What do we have here?
Ciro began moving towards her, eyeing her with interest.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2018 9:09 am
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While she didn't fully relax, keeping her guard up, the lioness at least stopped being bristled at the strange lion. "You're near the sea." She wouldn't tell him there was a pride here - All the better for the eyes in the jungle to keep a watch on him if he decided to investigate. She spared a glance at her herbs, carefully moving them to her bag. "I'm making a pain-dulling brew. It's what I do." Brew Mistress wouldn't tell him, either, about the insanity brew.
It was only then, after he had sat, that she looked him over. There was evidence of injuries, to trained eyes, and was she imagining the visual signs of ache? She could have been, it wasn't unusual for the lioness to partake in her own brew once in a while. "Who are you, and why are you here?" It was probably best to get to the point, wasn't it?
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2018 2:48 pm
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Near the sea? Oh that was so vague. Ciro lived near the sea. He enjoyed the crashing of waves against the cliffs, especially with a certain little thrall nearby. A frown showed disappointment as his answer. Maybe he should try a different approach?
His ears perked at the brew. "Pain-dulling?" his shoulder did ache, as did his muscles. His nose twitched, as if he tried to see if the brew was familiar in scent. It appeared different than what the other pride offered him.
"I am Ciro," the lion purred, rising to his feet, approaching the Brewing lioness. Maybe he could get a little closer to her (literally), to try and figure out who she was. She seemed to be alone, which made the situation all the more perfect. "I am here for no other reason than my wary paws have led me here." He admitted, eyes lighting in amusement. "But it seems they may have brought me here for a purpose." He stared right at her, his gold eyes diving into the sea green ones.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2018 9:57 pm
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It was as familiar a reason as any. After all, Brew Mistress and her mother had wandered to the lands much the same way, simply meandering along in life with Funny Face at their side. Still, she didn't entirely trust this lion, or his intentions, in much the same way there were lions in the Kizingo'zaa she might not trust as far as she could throw them. Inclining her head, she said, "Call me Brew Mistress." She nodded to her bag, drawing out the bowl, mortar, and rock she used to make brews in. "Making things like this is my skill, and from your interest, you look in need of it." She made no immediate comment about how close he was getting, trusting the Patrons to be ever watchful.
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