Grape Soda

You make your way into a small den within the cave. Two lionesses lay next to each other on a soft bed of dry grass. One looks up to you first. She had folded ears and a bright purple nose. As you two lock eyes, she swiftly glances away, shifting slightly closer to the other lioness.
The other lioness was adorned with locust wing accessories, her fur soft looking with her varying colors being splashed around her fur. “Why, hello, stranger. Welcome to our pride! And.. well, welcome to Grape and I’s den.” You greet her back politely and notice the purple nosed lioness, Grape, staring subtly at you. You throw her a smile and she seems to be a bit shocked at your action, glancing away yet again. “Please give no mind to Grape, she’s quite shy! Oh! My name’s Loast, by the by. Please come to me if you need anything! Many consider me the queen, so I know quite a lot…”
Upon being told how respected Loast was, you feel a bit more tense being in such a casual setting with such an important lioness. You didn’t want to overstay your welcome, so you bow your head a bit in farewell before making your leave. You feel Grape’s eyes on your back as you walk out.