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[sixba]

► + Nala "Betcha you can't talk like me!"

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Simba placed a paw on his chest and began raising his voice in pitch. "I'm Nala, the most perfect lioness in the pride besides the adults. I like my baths and always think things through cause I'm the responsible one even if Simba has the most brain cells at times. I'm supposed to marry Simba when I'm older cause we're betrothed. I secretly can't wait for him to look like one hot lion king when we're both grown ups." the male cub lowered his voice back to his normal pitch with a smirk. "That's you. That's what you sound like."

[rcsetorn]

you should travel with me. from Dagger

╼ ༺ :||          There was a momentary silence from the general, the hesitancy giving into want rather than the need. She'd been firmly rooted by ways of which must be done all for the sake of carrying on the legacy and operations of their beloved kingdom that... to leave such delicate matters in the hands of others for what Garnet's idea of "travel" entailed as an undisclosed period of time away from the castle.

"Typically I fill in for any of your extended outings. While I am not opposed accompanying you, I feel Doctor Tot should be made aware should matters require immediate attention until our return," she urged. "It would greatly put my mind at ease."

Involved matters often took away from pleasurable trips where the General treaded. Even so, it was commonly crossings into Treno and Lindblum. Hardly elsewhere.

Giving in, Beatrix spun the room's display globe. "Where did you have in mind to go?"

[tailoringtay]

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Continued from a happy greeting

"For a bit," the tailor answered bluntly. "I heard you would arrive soon."

He didn't move after the embrace - at least, not at first. But then, as if registering that she was, in fact, there, his own arms rose, work-worn hands linking around her in return.

"It's good to see you."

He lingered there a moment - just briefly. Then he pulled back, leaning away to check over her clothing for any rips or tears.

Never could one say his priorities ever changed.

[silverymusings]

"Some flowers become spices, so I'd say so," he nodded sagely, starting in on grating the nutmeg.

Ah, but she was willing to play along it seemed. Her question brought an amused quirk to his smile - softer than he might have realized, distracted as he was by the cooking.

Though he was, of course, being entirely serious about all of this.

"Yeah though. Just now, he was telling me about Treno fashion," he mused easily - mystery in his voice. "Apparently, the next new trend is going to be bright purple fuzzy socks. Not only that - they're to be worn without any shoes."

Finished now with the nutmeg, he returned instead to stirring the concoction still heating over the fire. Then, not missing a beat -

"Do the flowers gossip?"

"Mm, spices, no." A brief pause. "But I do speak with flowers, so I suppose that may count?" While gardening or simply admiring the plants, Dagger often praised their beauty. How could one not? So perhaps it was not strange at all for Ton to speak with the spices.

Oh, the queen could not hold in her laughter any longer. Not when Ton leaned down towards the spices, giving them his ear as though they were actually speaking to him. And he kept it going by speaking to them in return. This both amusing and entertaining. "Oh, does it?" She questions, deciding to play along. "And just what is the gossip today, hm?"

[sixba]

Best Friends Stick Together Cont. || @imaginedtales

"Yeah, I'm serious." he snapped back, feeling a mixture of all sorts of emotions at the moment. Heck, the cub barely got a chance to properly grieve except for a few moments. Simba didn't want to break down, not in front of his best friend and it was taking the now former prince all his will not to. "Yes, leave...L-" his breath hitched slightly as he listened to the lioness. She had heard the stampede? Had it really been that loud? How many others had overheard it as well? Had anyone heard Mufasa's cries? What if they already told the pride?

No. No, he couldn't go back. Not now. Not after what he'd been told.

The male cub went quiet debating in his mind whether to reveal what he'd done or to keep it secret. "Nala..y-you gotta promise me something, okay?" Simba began quietly averting his gaze. "I... The...the stampede you heard? I started it." He paused wondering what she was thinking, what words were going through her head as he continued. "I was practicing my roar and then the wildebeest showed up then Dad did and...It was my fault, Nala."

A few tears slid down his face not caring if he was seen as being vulnerable now or not. "All of it. Dad's dead now cause of me. It's all my fault." he sniffled. "Mom and the others are gonna probably kill me if I go back and I can't tell her. I can't tell her anything. That's why I gotta leave." He didn't have a choice, but she did. "If you go back home, you gotta promise not to tell anybody what happened or where I went, okay? Promise me as my best friend. Can you?" He'd already forgotten that she mentioned she'd leave with him. "If you can't go back then...then let's see if we can find somewhere else to stay just for a while till we figure stuff out. Okay?"

Simba paused looking around at the desert landscape before them on the horizon. "Guess we gotta start heading that way. Maybe we'll find something out there...somewhere." The cub said stepping forward. "Which way should we go?"

[sixba]

“You’re back! Finally!” Nala exclaims with a wide smile, running up to her best friend. “How was your lesson today? Get to learn anything cool?”

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Simba looked up with a slight smile as he spotted Nala as she ran over. "Hey Nala and it was lots of stuff!" he answered. He'd been with Mufasa which was a rare occurrence considering how much work he had to do in the kingdom. Honestly, he didn't mind the lesson at all, in fact, the prince cherished it.

"Dad took me to see this jungle area over by some falls. Said some gorilla King lives up there, but I forgot his name already. Doesn't matter though... Cause I saw the coolest thing ever!" The cub smirked letting his tail sway as he spoke. "I dunno what it was, but it was big, like rhino big." Simba explained. "It looked hard like a rock and...it's kinda hard to explain unless you see it. You wanna go check it out?"

The question hung in the air yet knowing his best friend, Simba had a feeling she'd agree to the adventure. Mentally, he was already prepared to head out unless the lioness had other plans. "We don't have to go today." he added, noting the position of the sun. "We could go tomorrow or the day after that if you want to. How'd your day go though? Did you get stuck with our Moms again?"

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[sixba]

💗 (Nap time?) @imaginedtales

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The male cub was mentally exhausted from having an extensive lesson with Zazu on...something. He could barely remember and yet Simba was surprised that he'd even remembered his own way home in his current state. Plodding up the stone pathway toward Priderock, he flopped down next to Nala once he was inside the den. Cuddling next to your best friend always seemed to make things better, at least when the two cubs weren't mad at one another.

"Ugh...I can't take another day of Zazu's lessons." he complained once he'd settled down. "They're gonna drive me crazy. Wonder if Dad had the same problem. I don't see why he just doesn't find a way to get rid of the Dodo for a few more hours each day. At least it'd make my life easier." His gaze drifted to the lioness. "My day was dumb. What about yours? What'd you do?"

[burnxngslash]

The sudden movement caught him by surprise, the warmth of being in her arms was something he’s missed more than anything. Slowly his arms reach forward wrapped themselves around her frame as well, holding her tight and close with a smile on his face.  ❝   𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨.   ❞ He meant it, for he was the first to leave the airship once they docked into Alexandria’s hangar successfully. “So how’s life as a queen been treating you? Stressful? Would kissing me be a great way to relieve you of your stress?” There was a playful smirk on his face.

"Zidane..." Laughter falls from the Queen's lips watching him bow to her, and upon closer look, one may also see the blush filling her cheeks at his compliment. "You are not obligated to bow every time you see me." She's quite sure she's told him that before, but what is Zidane if not a gentleman and a flirt. "But the flattering remarks are always welcome." Another smile as she waits for Zidane to straighten and the moment he does, her arms are around him. "I've missed you."

[sixba]

Simba stared at her with a deadpan expression with his ears pinned back slightly in annoyance. That didn't sound like him at all plus she just had to bring up the porcupine incident didn't she? "That was one time okay? And the only reason I keep losing to you at Pinned Ya is cause you're stronger than me cause you're out doing hunting while I'm not." the cub said as he stepped closer. "You also said to talk like you. That doesn't mean that I complimented you at all, ya know..."

This was both awful and amusing. At least he was complimenting her at the same time he was insulting her? She couldn't hold back the laughter, even rolling onto her back. "Wow, Simba." She manages to speak after the laughter dies down. "That was... really bad, but at least you see me as the best lioness! Forgot the part where you can never win a fight against me." Now she was grinning and sitting up. "Brain cells, huh? Remind me who stepped on a porcupine? Oh, yeah, that was you!" Nala could bring up a whole list of things Simba did that showed he was not the one with the most braincells.

She clears her throat and sits straight, chin held high. "My name is Simba and I think I'm going to be the best king ever! Even though I always lose to a girl." She fights the urge to break character with a laugh. "Nala is gonna be the most beautiful and fiercest lioness ever and I'm so lucky she's my best friend!"

[silverymusings]

“You don’t talk to them?” he asked, looking surprised. The man then glanced to the bag before leaning down a bit, ear towards the spices as if he were taking in all their secrets.

”Yeah, really,” he mused in imagined spice agreement. With a cheeky grin he then plucked the nutmeg from the bag, straightening once more as he turned to look for the grater.

���Paprika has the wildest gossip, you know.”

Wait…did she tend to put in cinnamon, or nutmeg?