Don't Be Mad, But...

Shifting her weight into her hind end, Nimue was prepared to be waiting around for a bit- or to spring up and run off if she needed to. All she knew was that the woman was ‘very kind’, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t turn on Nimue and try to rough her up. Of course, that was Nimue’s insecurity talking - Chimera had shown her a lot of grace and kindness during her stay, despite how feisty she’d been. But she couldn’t ignore her apprehension about this new life, as she believed Chimera had an ulterior motive for claiming her that day. Probably just a perv. Which was why she stayed so guarded and on edge.

After a minute or so, the woman emerged from the den- and the first thing Nimue noticed was the plant smell that clung to her pelt. Yuck. She didn’t care about herbs and stuff- leave all that nonsense for the brainiacs of the world. Next, was how small she was- still taller than Nimue, but petite nonetheless. Her pelt was interesting too- it reminded Nimue of the snowy rockface of a mountain. Last, was her eyes- bright blue and a stark contrast to her monochrome pelt.

And boy, she seemed mitten by Chimera- rushing over to him purring at him out of adoration. Gross. She’d just rolled her eyes when Aliana started speaking to her, introducing herself and asking for her name. Chimera also stepped out of the way, so the two could look at each other. And after a few moments of eyeing Aliana, Nimue spoke up. “Nimue Vasanti.” The tone of her voice made it clear that she was prideful of her sire name, wanting it to be known that she'll never give it up. Glancing between the two of them, she suddenly felt awkward. What was this meeting for anyway?


”Speech”