Wailele was alone again.
Well, somewhat - she still had her mother, Xibalba, always available, always willing to listen to her wiles and woes, but beyond having her always close, Lele was pretty much always finding herself back to the road by herself. Maybe she was a little too much. Heavens knew she probably was, but all she knew was the bright side of life. No reason to be down and out. Spit and vinegar, and a little bit of chaos, like her father.
Supposedly.
Sighing dramatically, she laid at the edge of a rather sizable waterhole, staring in to the water. There was so much you could do when talking to fish - they barely understood lion, and the fact that most mortal lions near water ate fish, they never really wanted to talk to her for long.
All she wanted was a constant conversation piece.