When I Wake Up

The day had been long and, as usual, Chimera had been hard at work. There were very few days where he just lazed around and did nothing and when he did have one of those days, he felt guilty the whole time. Anxious. The muscled giant was made to be active. Made to work. He wasn't supposed to just lay around. Not until the work was done, anyway. With one last patrol of the island, Chimera made his way towards his favorite resting place.

Chimera was more than a little surprised to see someone else taking up residence at the bonfire. The man enjoyed having a little time to himself at the end of the work day. Moving closer, the shape soon turned into Reila. At least his company wasn't one that liked to talk overly. Her presence would suit him just fine. He'd taken quite a liking to the speckled fae. She was quiet, reserved, confident in ways and insecure in others. A mystery at times.

Taking a big chunk of wood from the stack where jungle met sand, the two-toned brute tossed it onto the fire, letting the flames consume the fuel. Sparks danced through the air but the fire soon settled just as the King of Fenmyre did. Chimera slid down to lay on his belly in the sand, stretching his body out with a long groan of pleasure. He didn't say anything. Merely nodded to Reila as she lay nearby. He'd chosen to lay on the same side of the fire just in case she had anything to say.

"Speech"