Here follow-up to the first page, Ignian met Mahamin a curios and friendly gypsy, stick around and see what happens next! :D

‘’I see you have awoken my friend.’’ Said the shadow veiled figure.
‘’Are you able to speak?’’ He continued, rising up to his feet and approaching the bed where lion was resting, he kneeled next to him and landed carefully his palm on his forehead.
‘’You’ve slept for two days now, you must be hungry’’ The moment he said that he offered the lion a bowl with transparent green liquid, that had a scent of herbs and spice.
The lion sat himself up and took a hold over the bowl, and bowed his head as sign of gratitude.
‘’What’s your name friend?’’ said the figure as he allowed his rear to collapse on the ground with thumping sound. The lion did not respond for he was eagerly devouring the soup he was given by this generous individual.

‘’I see…’’ the figure nodded ‘’ Well, my name is Mahamin, nothing but a humble gypsy, and I can’t do no more but to humbly welcome you to my tent, that might even not be here tomorrow.’’. Mahamin broadened his smile as he chuckled in a highly friendly manner. The lion made a brief pause while eating to further inspect this gypsy who so generously helped him. He saw a tall, well-build male, the clothes he wore were tightly pressed against him, clearly he had overgrown them long time ago. His hair was as black as raven feathers, and tied into two thick braids that were resting with their pearl-adorned tips on Mahamin’s chest. His face seemed to be always smiling, and his eyes projected some kind of witty presence within. To the sides of his head there was a pair of fluffy feline ears, the left one had a large golden hoop earring pierced trough it. Further observing made the lion to see Mahamin’s curios red belt made from leather, it had many coins and other jingle bells that apparently made sounds while he walked. Under the belt he saw worn black leather trunks that as well were so tightly pressed against Mahamin’s skin, they even seemed hand made as if he wore them ever since first time he had received them. His feet-paws were bare, and the lion noticed the fur being in pale shade of purple, but it was kind of silky and kept short, the miles those feet burnt seemed countless.

With slow parting of his muzzle the lion slowly responded Mahamin, his voice shivered, but it sounded deep, with gentile pronunciation over several words that had letter ‘r’ in them:”I… Ignian, my name is Ignian.. And I should thank you for all the help you gave me… Thank you.’’. Upon hearing this Mahamin began cackling loudly in such merry manner one instantly felt comfortable, there was simply something mesmerizing about that cackle. ‘’My friend, There’s no need to thank me! I just did what anyone else would, you were helplessly gasping for air on the ground and I simply happened to be walking in your direction that day.’’ Ignian’s eyes widened in both surprise and wonder, how could someone be so friendly to him without any particular reason. ‘’I don’t know what to say… I don’t remember much, where are we?’’

Rising up, Mahamin walked towards the exit of the tent followed by sounds that jingle bells and coins made on his belt:’’ From the stories I’ve heard from drunken tavern patrons, we are in the grasslands of Tara’va, also called the hunting lands by those village dwellers. You see….’’ Mahamin kept talking about the village locals, and the stories connected to these grasslands. Ignian couldn’t follow as fast, or comprehend everything. For the language Mahamin used was foreign to Ignian, but the ability he had allowed him to learn it as Mahamin spoke. Pondering hard over every single word, Ignian was rubbing his forehead giving Mahamin a rather thoughtful look, but he simply kept on talking.

Not very in tune still with his surroundings, it felt as if more than an hour passed as Mahamin spoke everything he knew himself about the grasslands but then he stopped, as if he spotted something in the distance that made his smile fade for a moment. ‘’Quick, dowse the flames!’’ Yelled trough closed teeth Mahamin, as he grabbed the cauldron filled with soup he fed Ignian with, and poured all the contents on the fireplace. With sizzling sounds the tent got filled up with fragrant fumes and vapors. Mahamin hurled himself on the ground close to Ignian and whispered to him ‘’ The grassland stalkers are hunting tonight… Ferocious beasts, but not with very good sight, if we keep silent and motionless they might pass us by, if not… I hope you are ready to run.’’. Moment he said that he chuckled, as if he was hyped by adrenaline rush. Ignian sighed as his eyelids covered his eyes once more, he was asleep again.