if you give a lion a lemon

Shaye had mentioned the great cat, and Motif had made friends with her. Poem was jealous and needed to very much meet this lioness. Icy paws carried her through Abaven as she followed Edgar. He was more likely to see her from where he was. The girl hoped she might be able to give her a little bit of wisdom on her feelings. Motif mentioned that she was very smart, and very big, and gave piggy back rides. The thoughts cheered her up at least, and she knew that Noir was unlikely to show up with a huge cat around. Plus, if she could make friends with her, her brother really wouldn’t be able to touch her again.

Poem climbed to the top of a large boulder and surveyed the land before her, eyes catching the gleam off the mist the rapids put off she thought she saw a cat shaped rock. Excitedly she leaped down and started to run for it, having been assured she was friendly and despite looking scary was not going to eat her.