Modet walked up to her nudging her away from the darkest young one of these, looking her sympathetically in the eyes. "It'll be okay," he whispered, knowing that she wouldn't hear his words. They were for him, not her. Modet had to believe; he had to have hope that everything would turn out okay. "Sarabi," he whispered softly, walking over with her, as if her own father would have done when something bad needed be told to her. It was hard to break bad news to any pup, especially ones he loved dearly.
"I fear that your sister is dark," he said, looking to the most knowledgeable a this age. She seemed to mature faster than the rest of them, and Modet hoped she would understand. "And, she cannot hear what you say. Like us, it is not a way she can communicate," Modet tried to explain the terrible ailment that Kiara had sustained before birth. It was sad, but it was life. Things like this would always happen.
The male of the kind world sighed looking deeply into the pup's eyes. Did she need to know of the pure innocence that should reside in one's heart upon birth? Obviously, she had that innocent look about her. Kiara, on the other hand, had somehow lost it! It had been drained from her like steam did from a boiling oasis. How could he respond to her confusion, her disbelief? Trying to hide his true feelings, he looked neutrally to her.
"You know how you hear the birds chirp lightly in the distance? How you understand my words, my meaning of phrase?" Modet questioned, hoping she would get what he was saying. "Well, she cannot," he said grimly. "We fear it will make her similar in personality to Draighean," he said firmly, hoping and willing it not to be true. Perhaps, if the pup knew the truth, she could step in and play with her sister to prevent damage from occurring even more.
"Like the one who tried to take one of us from our mother?" That had been something that was a little scary for her. She growled softly shaking her head. No way was her sister going to be like that big bully.
Modet nodded gravely, looking to her with hope that sometime within the next year, she would change. Perhaps, he would get a powerful unicorn to read her power level and to calm her. As much as he'd like to think the horse could cure Kiara forever, the serum would wear off within hours. To have it the rest of her life would be a burden. "Yes," Modet replied finally.
"Draighean was the wolf that tried to take you. Crepusculum is his queen," he said fearfully. "Please promise me that you will never go to Africa, please," he whispered, shaking his crown. That would be the worst thing she could do. He couldn't bare to lose another pup. A loss to the darkness was one thing; a loss of life was another. "Their empire will be rather large and powerful. They already want to attack us," Modet said with knowing, catching Nala listening in on their conversation.
She nodded. There were many about that would have been able to tell that there were things that were wrong with Kiara. The white pup knew there were things that she would have to watch out for. Like Draghien.
Kovu came wandering over then. "Wanna play, Nala?" he asked.