Sep 17 2015, 03:59 AM
Khloros gave a gentle whuffle as he peered into the alcove. The idea of having his own little cave mystified him just a little--Booker had had a nook like this, and he'd decorated it with mosses and fungi, and it glowed so that there were myriad glittering lights scattered across its ceiling.
The cave where Nemesis hid her egg was strewn with dried grass, and warm. But his own...? What could he possibly put into his own cave?
The horse suddenly realized that leaving it bare seemed perfect, for now, so he simply gave an approving snort and stepped inside. Then he turned to Nemesis, a twinge of hunger driving him to ask his next question, peering at her bulk curiously. But first he thanked her, seeming to smile as he did.
"Thank you. It's perfect. What do you eat? I've been having to leave to the jungle-cave to find food, and I saw there was grass by your cocoon, do you know where I can find some... fresher stuff?"
He gave a soft and hopeful nicker, even as he settled in the cave, lowering himself slowly to knobbly knees and then lying quietly in the dark, so that only his glowing eyes were clearly visible.
BRING OUT YOUR DEAD
@Nemesis