Manalagna

9% Fert, 176 Birth Stats

It is in the early dusk that you approach her, when the shadows are long and the heat becomes bearable. You know she is there, for you can spy her through the long grass, but she is silent. Perhaps she doesn't know you are there. Letting out a soft huff, you see her head swing towards you, her sightless eyes searching. Her voice is soft, and carries towards you on the wind, guided by the soft song of a swallow. "Welcome young one. My name is Manalagna, and I am the seer that lives upon these lands." The golden lioness rises to her paws, her slim frame highlighted by the setting sun. "For you, who has come seeking guidance in the trials of life, I give you only gentleness in your future." Before you can even speak, the lioness is moving towards you, her approach steady and sure, though you'd expect her to trip and fall at any moment, "You will have many cubs, your offspring will roam the land, and your word shall never fail, young one." And then she is gone, in a swirl of dust, vanished. Shaking your head you leave the morsel you brought her and step away, unsure of her words, but eager to return to your pride. The mysterious seer has vanished, though she won't be gone for long you suspect.