Van'kal had wandered off from the side of Tafari for just a moment. This wasn't because he felt the need to have personal space as much as Van had trouble staying put in one place. Just ask anyone who'd come in to his life and you'd find that time and time again Van'Kal would wander off. Probably because he never really put much thought in to others besides the short term.
The god had been in the rogue lands on and off for almost his entire life time. One flight miss happening had him stranded in the mortal realm and he never felt the over whelming need to try to find a way back. He missed his twin though and often wondered how he was in a fleeting occasional thought.
Van's usually godly features were safely tucked away so the God appeared to be a mortal. It was the one lesson that actually stuck with Innocence was that it was not wise to parade around in your full god appearance unless you aimed to attract a ton of attention. After all, Van was not the type of god that struck fear in to others hearts. He was fluffy and very approachable looking sort of god and not all mortals loved gods.
It was a small stream of water that had Van'Kal stop in his tracks. How far had he wandered? Did he need to turn back and find Tafari again? The god sat and looked at the water baffled weighing his options.
Nyimak had recently joined the pride land for Motsu's sake, she did not really care one way or another if she belonged to a pride though she was curious about life in the pride. So she had joined and she would learn everything she could before it was time to move on and find something else to spark her interest. She hoped she would have enough time in her life to do and see everything she wished. Be it as she was a mortal, unlike the gods that was going to be tricky unless she could figure out how to become a goddess she chuckled to herself at the silly thought what hubris to pondered becoming a goddess herself even in a joking manner. She wore the feather in her hair that she had gotten from her bird friend it was a white feather and she treasured it as the gift it was. Nyimak still did not know the feather had been given to her by a goddess, she loved it because it was a gift given freely. 
