#silver lioness

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@silvermist-jeon

After months of horribly boring nights spent wasting away on her couch, after midnight-appendix-exploding-disasters, the bustle of Christmas, and the attack of hellhounds-- there was a light at the end of Nala’s tunnel. Her surgery date had been scheduled, Sweet promising to free her from the cast forever (after PT). And that had made Nala optimistic enough to want to wrestle her life back into its proper shape.

 She stopped moping around, alone and grumpy, and started calling her friends again. She had a conference call with Sarabi about the foundation. She scheduled a catch-up with Zella over coffee. 

And she invited people over to her apartment too. One of these people was Silver Mist Jeon. 

She’d met Silver months and months ago, naturally through Simba, which was the way that she and Simba had always operated, sharing friends like they shared everything, their hearts always having room for someone or something that the other loved. Even if she’d met Silver on the street though, Nala knew she would have loved her anyway. 

There was something about their souls that recognized each other-- Silver the water-blue to Nala’s sunset-red. They laughed easily, teased Simba at the same time, and shared a love for helping others. And it had been too long since Nala had gotten to share a proper evening with her. She wanted to hear everything, all about Sally and about her project with Simba (she got an earful of Simba’s side, but Silver was its heart; Nala missed hearing that heartsong).

So Nala had rung her up and apologized for how busy/grumpy she’d become after her knee injury. And she invited her over to share drinks and eat chocolate and just catch-up. 

Nala cleaned up in preparation, waking up early to do so. Though it was slow-moving with her injured knee, soon she’d vacuumed the whole place and thrown away the growing stack of magazines she’d accrued on her coffee table. She scrubbed dishes and took out her trash and baked cookies, so her house smelled warm and inviting.