The blue lioness was always searching for things. She was always on the look out for some new plant, flower or material that might help her be a better healer. She had, had a good day, she had found a lot of cotton today after some searching and her bags were stuffed with the white fluffy stuff.
“Come on Kamit, I need to find some where to put all of this, so that it stays dry.” She hopped forward, it didn’t look like it was going to rain, but it was important to stop the fluffy cotton some where safe and dry. She was trying to think about where to store it in her coffers. She hopes she would have room, cotton tended to take up lots of space.
The gazelle trotted behind the lioness, he was a pack horse on days like today. He had long since accepted this. The lioness was his friend and usually her helper. She protected him and he in turn was happy to carry her things. On days like today he was more than happy to do it too, his saddlebags wer heaving, stuffed to the gills but they weighed next to nothing. “I’m comin’” He huffed, always in a hurry, it was a beautiful day without a cloud in the sky, but he knew full well she was worried about rain.
