Glaive's intrigue and disappointments when vaguely noticed by the kitten. She wasn't yet old enough in the mind to consciously pick up on much of anything, which meant she tended to subconsciously pick up on just about everything. Glaive's mental sparks went flying, and Kaimana became passively curious.

Suddenly, Kaimana was booped! She returned the boop with just as much enthusiasm as it had been given. And then... Glaive's stretched out claws became very apparent to the cub. Was her new friend offering... more pets?

With unexpected speed, the kitten bolted towards Glaive's arms and gently pressed her fluffy back into the palms of the claws. She trusted Glaive to give pets as opposed to harm because Kaimana had yet to experience a harm-giver. Perhaps it'd be to her detriment that she'd so quickly learned to place herself in the trust of large, spiky beasts who bared their claws at her, but then again... maybe it was for the best. Pets were always for the best.

@Glaive

Boop: returned.

Glaive was ecstatic.

Kaimana's push into her arms merely exacerbated that, eagerness like she'd never felt before about to burst out of her chest. The whelp didn't think much about how giving so many pets without restraint might be setting a bad precedent for crueler caves - but she also didn't have a clue about the darkness that lay within so... why not give as many scratches as possible.

She was determined to make this the greatest Petting Session to ever occur in the caves, digits flexing and rubbing with and against the fur, gauging every reaction and figuring out where the softest fur was. Glaive had to do a fair bit of awkward twisting so she could actually see the cub underneath herself, but she didn't mind. She was on a mission to find a sweet spot. The head, perhaps? Behind the ears? Or just before the tail... ?

@Kaimana

The petting session had BEGUN!!!

Kaimana had somehow managed to achieve the peak of ecstasy in a matter of moments after her birth into this world. Goodness, she would never completely understand how lucky she was. Every spot felt great, with the cub fuzz behind her ears being the softest. She was small, her nerves newly developed, so it was hard to tell which location of nerve endings was the most sensitive, or felt the best. She really had no comparison. Just before her tail, however, seemed to yield the strongest reaction by comparison.

A series of brief, cub-sized sounds escaped Kaimana. She didn't know why they had come, but they felt necessary to "say". An inescapable reaction to stimulus, most likely, and additionally a weird way of saying 'Thank you, this feels awesome' without having to perform the arduous task of developed speech.

Kaimana would just exist in this space of bliss for as long as Glaive would let her. Not like the cub had much else to do.

@Glaive

Petting... COMPLETE!

Only... because of the tiredness in Glaive's admittedly shrimpy arms. She'd already been losing momentum once her claws scraped the apparent sweet spot - right before the tail, as she somehow predicted - the intensity and speed of her petting growing more lethargic by the second. All of the weight the whelp'd gained had gone right to her stomach and neck, and it was all fat to be used for a growth spurt in the coming cycles. Not exactly useful for an infinite loop of petting and being pet, as this particular scene was turning out to be.

Kaimana was vocally demonstrating her thanks and appreciation for the pets, but the spinosaurus honestly could go on no longer. Her arms would definitely fall off!

With an overly dramatic sigh, the whelp dropped her claws, stumbled back from her new friend, and flopped down to rest her arms. They were splayed out in front of her, and for sure going to be sore the next time she used them for anything. Who knew petting could be so exhausting!

@Kaimana

The petting... it stopped.

What?

For a moment, the cub had to register; why had it stopped? What was going on? Did petting have to stop? Where was it going? Why couldn't all the nice fuzzy sensations stay?

Was Glaive not going to continue? Kaimana felt compelled, by what she didn't know, to quickly reach out and grab at the closest retreating claw. Unfortunately for her (and perhaps fortunately for Glaive), the swing would be a miss. Aw...

Kaimana thought for a moment about what to do now. She'd been born, been pet, been booped... she'd eaten fish! And it was a lot for a first day. Hm... perhaps she should go some place warm and close her eyes? She didn't know why. It was what her body wanted her to do now. Satisfaction often quickly became a tiring thing to bare, especially for a newborn!

Kaimana would attempt to seek out a place beside Glaive to flop down next to and get cuddly, if the fisher dragon would allow.

And then, this baby's newly formed mind and body would handle the rest!

- exit via snoooooze :3 -
@Glaive

Glaive was absolutely perfectly happy with lying in the patch of "sunlight" and letting the overstimulated little cub snuggle right up to her. The whelp knew she was hardly letting off any heat, and instead sucking it all in from around herself - but little Kaimana didn't have to know that.

As the cub cuddled up, Glaive instinctively curled around her as best she could, tucking her snout so it pressed right against Kaimana's fuzzy little back. Absolutely precious.

exit