Username: Goddess Sword
Lion name: Saori
Lion gender: Female
Pride: The WardsPride Status: Disciple
///Saori rested her head on one of her paws and glowered at the pages before her.
///"Saori, stop pouting. This is important."
///It had better be, she thought to herself. The pages in question had, after all, been sitting before her for several hours now. What a waste of time. Even someone with literally all the time in the world could surely find something better, more worthwhile, than this.
///But she knew Bora wouldn't accept that as a reason to stop. "Your handwriting is barely readable," she complained instead.
///"You and I both know that's not true," the smilodon said. "I realize this may not be the most
fun activity for you, but it is important. If time has taken you under its wings, you must work to understand it."
///She huffed. "Easy for you to say,
Mr. God of the Past." She swiped lazily at one of the pages, which flipped unceremoniously over to its other side. She hadn't read what was on the first side, and she didn't really care. "Keeping track of this stuff is
your job. The past is already gone. It's not relevant to
me any more."
///Bora shook his head. What the dragon had seen in this cub, he couldn't tell. But if he was here, and he still was, even this many thousands of years later, he would do his best to guide her. "You cannot gain a full understanding of any part of time without understanding those which surround it," he said. "You may think I only document the past, but consider that each of the stories recounted in this archive were once the present. For instance-" He nudged her paw off the place where she'd laid it to rest on the texts in front of her and shuffled through them until he found one with clean, white paper, not yet aged and weathered like so many of the rest. "-this one, the battle of the titan, hero, and sorceress."
///Saori rolled her eyes. "I know this one already, Bora. Mint never shuts up about how, 'it's been a few months,' and he should, 'go check in on the kingdoms.'"
He rivals that god from your realm, Zeus, in his desperate attempts to fraternize with mortal ladies, she thought, but did not speak.
///Bora, for his part, decided to act as though he didn't hear those comments, at least until he would go to chastise his old mentor later. "The battle here," he instead continued, "was set into motion by events long ago, when the kingdoms siphoned off the power of the titan, and Lorena fled to live forever on its strength. In the present of that battle, Tamaya awoke to her true nature, as I witnessed in that present and documented. Now, she lives here, with us, because of the events that brought her into her power, brought on by events so long ago that Lorena and the titan alone were witness to them. And someday in the future, someday soon, she will learn of it, and truly take up her role as Goddess of Hope." He tapped on the page and nodded. "All of time is tied to itself, you see?"
///Saori gave him a blank, bored look. "...Can I leave now, sir?"
///He sighed. "And, clearly, in the present of your studies, this is getting us nowhere." He waved a paw in defeat. "Fine, fine. I trust you'll be back in the future more ready to learn?"
///She was already halfway out the door. "Yeah, sure, whatever!" she called back, and she was gone. Off to live in the moment, with no care for what the past had wrought, or what the future would bring.
///Bora shook his head and set to cleaning up the mess of scattered texts Saori had left in her wake.
///What he wouldn't give to have the dragon train these cubs
themselves, for once.