Queen Calliope

The night was brisk, and the stars danced brightly in their heavenly abode- twinkling with glistening silver light that cast an ever so faint glow to the Savannah floor. The wind was steady- picking up leaves and twirling them playfully about the ground, and catching in the pelt of Riene as she laid observing her Master of Story.

Calliope was swarmed with many of the cubs and a few lionesses of the pride as she told tales and gossiped about the wildlife around. She was definitely one of the most faithful of all the Mistress Queens, and the most adoring.

Tenderly, she placed her front on the ground and nuzzled up to the cubs as they eagerly pressed her for stories- asking her silly questions as cubs do. Though, she eagerly fed into them, getting excited and making jokes with them.

She had definitely earned this position when Riene had come to the pride and became Queen. Her gossip had spread like wildfire; and her desire to help others so easily was what brought in the era of storytelling to the pride, and critical thinking skills- even if they were sub-par at times.