Calaxtia

"You're a good king."

Calaxtia's words take Serin by surprise. They'd been sunbathing side by side- as has become somewhat of a routine for them, after his more draining adventures- and he'd been focused on the hopping of small insects in the grass, and the swaying leaves, rather than producing thoughts of any merit. He glances up at her now- the gentle breeze tousling her short fur. It shines in the sunlight, and he doesn't think he's seen any lioness more beautiful. He'd never say it out loud, of course. Never. Not where the rest of the pride could overhear, anyways.

"You mean that?" He asks, though he's never known her to fib.

"Yeah." She answers softly, reassuring. Serin takes the opportunity to thank her by licking at her shoulder, purring in appreciation. She purrs back, eyes shutting and rolling over onto her side, closer to his affections. "I quite like you."

She already knows how he feels. He'll find time to steal away with her again soon, anyways. He can't let her forget.