[b][u][i]Saqui Shikoba AKA Little Feather[/b][/u][/i]

A hand splatted onto the top step of the 9th level staircase, followed closely by another. Two dark eagle feathers followed by a dark haired head appeared over the top step, large seaweed green eyes indented into a painted dark skinned face appeared over the top step. She lifted herself up and flopped half on and half off of the landing at the top of stairs, huffing in exasperation. "Why so many stairs?" She exclaimed, pulling a sad expression. “I don’t think I can go on...maybe I should just let myself slide back down” She complained further. A large white lion walked up the stairs next to her shaking out his mane as he reached the top, he turned back to look at the girl crystal blue eyes dancing with amusement as he lowered his majestic head to nuzzle the girls face. [i]Oh Little Feather...[/i] He grumbled, he reached over and gripped the back of her collar gently with his teeth pulling her onto the landing leaving her so she was laid on her belly. “I don’t want to ever see another staircase again” She muttered into the floor before she sat up slowly eyes scanning the room in front of her with anticipation. 

"Alright Lion!" She exclaimed leaping to her feet, she was wearing a light tan colored dress thta had blue and white jagged patterns stitched in around the hemming and the edges of her sleeves, tassles hung from the bottom of the dress, she had no shoes on. "We can do this, let’s go in there and make some friends!" She clenched her fist, determination clear in her face. “We just need to march in there and talk to the first person we find” She continued her speech with vigor, buffering herself up nicely. Lion raised the ridge above his eye, as she spoke he walked behind her. “We will not be afraid...we will do this on the count of 3, are you ready Lion?” She rubbed her hands together, inhaling a deep breath. “1...2...2 ½...2 ¾ ...yipes!” She had begun her countdown strongly, failing as she tried to say anything but 3. At 2 ¾ Lion had rammed his head into her butt and projected her forward through the door, her feet scraping along the ground as she dug her heels in. “No! I’ve changed my mind, abort, abort!” She hissed, noticing people were looking at her as she was pushed into the room.[i]No, you’re doing this[/i] Lion grumbled low in his throat, pushing her until she relaxed against his head. 

Little Feather looked up at the ceiling, her eyes growing wide as she saw the spinning disco ball spraying funky colored lights around the room, her gaze shifted further up to the stars highlighting the ceiling her mouth had dropped open by this point. Lion moved to her side his ears flickering as he looked at her, he lifted a paw and jutted her chin up so her mouth closed. “It’s...its so beautiful!” Little Feather whispered under her breath, momentarily forgetting there were people around her as she looked down at herself, absolutely amazed by the little lights flickering across her skin. She grinned widely at Lion, a red glow appearing under the yellow and red lines on her cheeks. “What is that sound?” She asked him, she’d heard music before but nothing with so much...[i]energy[/i] behind it, she could practically feel the chords from the guitar being played. Lion shook his head, looking around at the large amount of people here, he could feel them staring at him...as well as at Little Feather no doubt...what an odd pair they must have looked, a Native American Indian girl with a white lion casually sat next to her.