#powerandpets

Continued from Here with @exiledheiress

It wasn’t that Basheerah disliked Piltover exactly, but rather that she found it common place. Of course the darkness of Zaun had it’s sister in the sun. Of course the sister had police, and politics, and rich people, and power. When one person knelt another stood, and the same held true for cities and countries. It was all a reflection of nature in truth. Fights over food, and territory. Competition to see who best suited a particular area. A desire to ensure one group prospered no matter what. The difference was that at least nature was honest about it. Even the cruelest animal could not hope to match humanity because nature didn’t lie to itself, or try to justify what it did. Humanity had invented cruelty, and if there was anything they deserved never to be forgiven for it was that. Of course Basheerah had started her life off as human, and so her attitude was simple. Judge no one for anything not done to her, or those she cared for personally and immediately. It was an attitude that had gotten her through any number of situations, and she saw no reason to change it now.

Voice warm, and inviting she had been near constantly talking. Offering her wares to those strolling by, dealing with customers, inviting people that seemed particularly interesting over and letting out a good-natured laugh when she was refused or a delighted smile when someone accepted the invite. As Mel approached her eyes turned to the other woman, and than quite clearly went past Mel to Elora as she offered a respectful nod not to Mel but to a woman she’d never met yet could see a particular kind of kinship in as it was immediately clear to Basheerah the service Elora freely offered to Mel. Others might not notice, but Basheerah couldn’t help but notice. Phobos, and Deimos of course got a bright smile as Bashy’s eyes went to them next. “Well aren’t they just the cutest things ever.” Cutest things ever that should be free, and in nature to roam where they wished. Basheerah hated it when humans took exotic animals as pets no matter how well those animals were treated. She of course gave Mel the benefit of the doubt as was her wont, and hoped that the two panther’s were some kind of rescue adoption and that it’d been to save them from worse cruelty still. However Basheerah didn’t truly believe it was a rescue adoption, and it made her heart ache to see two such beautiful wild creatures turned into pets.

No matter how well a human treated some great animal such as a panther it still deserved to be free.

Not that Basheerah would do anything about it as it wasn’t her place.

Not with someone like Mel. A woman of obvious power.

“This is not my usual spot, but I like spreading my vines and petals when offered the opportunity and a lucky thing it is I do. Such beauty here, and such delightful people I’ve met today yet some I believe shall by far stand out in my memory.” This woman with animals by her side that should be free, and someone devoted to her would certainly stand out. There was something special about her, but than that was something that could be said about many others in the past Basheerah had shared her treasures with. “Ah, I can’t just be giving away all my secrets. After all everything you see here is made by my very own hands. Plants picked, herbs dried, oils and waxes obtained, everything blended together and treated just right to ensure satisfaction.” An air of mystery was a fun thing, but there was also the fact Basheerah had no desire to tell anyone here in Piltover that most of her raw materials in fact came from Zaun. Even if they weren’t, as far as she knew, illegal she had no doubt there would still be a certain distaste at the realization that these wares were from “down there” and Basheerah didn’t want to deal with that.