Kimera shook her head,
She looked up into the trees, tail flicking idly,
Yeah she was oversharing whoops.
Kimera stood and started to pace, restless, the complete opposite of Kala, not very content to just stand or sit around. She needed to move, to do stuff!
In the least malicious way possible, Kala did not care about Kimera rambling and oversharing. It did as any half-mute creature liked to do; it listened instead, silent, ears flicking quietly.
It had no concept of what the wilds were versus what living in comfort was supposed to be, and it decided it did not care to know, either. When it did speak it was to correct-- they was not what it had meant.
Briefly, it stretched, readjusting its body, getting comfortable in the mud. It only had the vaguest idea of what a father was and that Kala themselves did not have one, and it had an even vaguer idea of what 'settling down' was, which was what Kala was doing-- relaxing, almost napping.
And it knew that Kimera was definitely doing whatever the opposite of that was as it watched her pace back and forth. The feeling of curiosity finally found itself prickling down the kaiju's back.
Then, a new concept. Fun. It had no idea what the fuck this was supposed to mean.
Its mind twisted this word-- this whole sentence --through its mind for a while. It tried to grasp the definition through the words around it, but 'fun' was not 'survival.'
Unless it could be.
Kimera peered over,
She brushed at the rooster feathers on her chest, white with bands of black, a sliver of her gemstone peeking through. She'd never had feather-rot herself but it didn't look very nice judging by the lessers she'd found with it.
Kimera stopped pacing and looked at Kala, head slightly cocked,
Did Kala know what metaphors were? She was afraid to ask, not wanting to be rude.
She began to pace again, tail flicking idly, not stressed, just energized,