Ahlf was a bit surprised at Shane Go's sharp insistence that they call it "rock". Perhaps Shane Go felt really, really proud of the name decided upon and wanted it to be used. Ahlf still liked "crock" better but hey, Shane Go was trying to help Ahlf, the kitten wasn't about to rain on Shane Go's parade. So they tried saying
"Rock." That didn't sound bad! They might've gotten it right this time!
Shane Go further expounded on the many kinds of rocks there were. Black, and grey, and crystal-- wait, crystals were rocks? Ahlf blinked a bit. They had thought Shane Go was just being indecisive about what to call the shinies on the wall. Had that not been the case?
The next act of Shane Go reaffirmed in the cub's mind that Shane Go was indeed just being indecisive. First Shane Go told Ahlf to get back
down after they'd practically insisted they get
up, and then Shane Go called rocks "crystals" again! Ahlf was just going to call them crocks, this was getting ridiculous. Not out loud, of course, Shane Go didn't seem to appreciate that.
So the kitten got back down and watched as Shane Go analyzed the wall for a moment. Usually watching someone stare at a wall would feel like watching paint dry, but Shane Go made it look so full of anticipation, as though potential energy was crackling all around. Then, that potential energy got converted. Ahlf observed, with genuine awe, Shane Go's flying leap and clutch onto the wall. Maybe Shane Go had traded away naming skills in order to do that.
Shane Go had made it up to a crock, it appeared. Ahlf didn't exactly know what was meant by "DON'T LISTEN!" so they just looked up at Shane Go and cocked their head slightly to the side. Then Shane Go said "it", whatever "it" was, might be too loud. Ahlf was even more confused, but kind of understood? They focused on their ears. It felt like loud things came through the ears. So maybe Ahlf had to block their ears-- TOO LATE, a flaring light snapped into existence near Shane Go and slammed against something. The boom it produced was
indeed too loud, causing Ahlf to instinctively give out a yelp, sink to the ground, close their eyes, and bury their head (and ears) underneath their paws.
They didn't see the rest of the thunderous light show, but they did hear a muffled and scattered set of
clacks and one or two faint
plinks after it was over. The adrenaline rushing through the kitten was a bit intense, they hadn't expected any of that to happen. They were actually a little... well, no, more like
extremely afraid. The fear quickly grew, like waves sloshing against the walls of their brain, incrementally increasing in size and strength with each impact, until the brain was flooded. All that liquid fear seemed to surge forth through Ahlf's mouth in the form of whimpering and quiet, pitiful mewing. The fear jolted around throughout their body causing it to shudder and shake softly. It filled their lungs, making it hard to breathe, and weighed down their paws, making it hard to move.
They stayed like that for a moment, landlocked and silent, in a curled up position, not knowing what to do. They had heard Shane Go's question, but had no means of responding. Not right now. Hold on.
@Shango