SkieRunner wrote:⊰ Nala ⊱ ⊰ Seventeen ⊱ ⊰ Female ⊱
As the kid spoke, Nala made sure to listen this time. She needed to know what they were looking for "Yellow fruit." she repeated following the former elephant's finger to the fruit. It was a skinny long fruit that grew in bushals of around ten or so. Most of them were a green or greenish-yellow color. A few were right yellow and some of the brighter one's even had brown splotches. Nala was immediately suspicious. Not only where these 'fruits' super colorful they weren't very appealing to look at. Or so the former lioness thought.
"Are you sure these things are edible?" Nala asking walking forwards to look up at the tree. She looked at the young boy next to her and sighed. "They really don't look that good." she muttered. Her gaze returned to the fruit above her and she pushed some strainds of light hair from her face. "Now.... there's one questions. How do we get those things down?" the trees that these odd things hung out of were tall and skinny they didn't look like the trees in africa that a cat, or anything really, could climb easily.
DUMBO
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Dumbo felt a surge of... leader-ness? Pride? He had never been in charge of anything before; he was the youngest elephant in the Circus, and was trained to follow orders but not to give them. Leading Nala to the fruit was the first thing he had done where he was telling someone something that they had never known of previously, and it made him borderline excited. While the young child liked to learn, he had never been given an opportunity to teach before. So, teach he would, in the best way he could do so.
"Yes, very yellow. Brighter, better," he explained, remembering what Mama had told him about fruit. "Brown, bad. Mush." He hoped that she'd understand his short sentences, but with the burning of hunger in his stomach, he couldn't bring himself to be too worried about speech. Looking back at the lioness, he could sense the dissatisfaction coming off of her, almost in the cliché-ly-describe ‘waves’. It lead him to think about a lion’s diet; so, did they really never eat fruit? It was an odd life to live, in Jumbo Jr's opinion.
A small, bubbling giggle escaped Dumbo's mouth at the woman's question. "Edible, yes. Not for lions, though?" He laughed again light-heartedly, picking one nicely-coloured piece of fruit from a lower part of the tree. "Taste, better than look. Trust," he said with a smile. He frowned at the next question; he hadn't really thought of that. "Shake?" he suggested warily, eyeing the tree as he racked his mind for a solution.