It was strange, the way she felt relief and a flicker of happiness at being remembered, though the story behind her scars was rather unforgettable. Still, the grown stallion before her had been naught but a long-legged colt, and these days, memories of her own youth seemed far-away and faded, harder for her to recall than shed like.
Perhaps it was just because the days seemed so long to her now, and she had loved and lost much.
"Who was your first?" Shenzi asked after a few moments, genuinely curious. She remembered this about him: young as he had been, there was a determination to him, a steadiness and composure that Shenzi might never know. To be so calm and confident, when facing such injuries as hers had been, and illnesses the likes of which Shenzi had never experienced. "How did you help them?"
He remembered her name, too.
"Thats right," she affirmed, bobbing her head. Took a moment to recall the name of the stallion, ears turning back for a heartbeat as there came the name, rising to her lips, her tongue shaping it as softly as that ghost-voice of an ashen-gold creature whom Shenzi would never happen across again. "And you are Geçersiz." And she shied away from saying anything else, fighting against a sudden lump of emotion in her throat.
"No, not a lion," she echoed, a wry smile ghosting across her lips. These days, she had been slower in body, and far more smothered in ferocity as she had been back then. If it had been a wild cat shed run afoul of now, in truth, Shenzi didnt think shed still be here, and certainly not with only a superficial wound to show for it. "A boy with the heart of a lion, the barb went on to explain. And the reason for the injury? "I didnt see it in him until it was too late." That golden gaze of hers dropped, but she did not bow her head. The words were spoken softly, meant more for herself than her deep-dark companion.
"Please," Shenzi said softly, grateful for the offer that wavered against the silence that had edged towards being uncomfortable.
"I would be grateful." It was hardly a life-threatening injury, but it did cause a little discomfort, and it was kind of Geçersiz to offer. The black stallions movement drew Shenzis attention to his cache nearby, and after glancing at him curiously, Shenzi approached his gathered plants, and
What were those? "You found all these here, on the Crossing?" Shenzi turned to look at the slim stallion with something close to admiration glinting in her eyes.
How many of these plants had she unknowingly walked past before, not even noticing? It was a little humbling, if she were honest, to be reminded of how little she knew. For all her life experience, there would always be those who knew something she did not.
Genuinely intrigued, Shenzi dropped her gaze to what seemed to be a pile of dry, crumbly substance. It just seemed like dirt to her, but, she knew better. "What is this, and its purpose?" With that said, she'd shift her weight and back up a few paces, to give Geçersiz ample room, and she settled, patiently waiting for him to prepare the camphor.
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