Fill: Challenge #85 (Orig)
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tenminutesadayJust for context, since it's not obvious and you probably don't remember this stuff from my previous bits about these two, Alex is a creature from a different realm, kind of like a winged canine-ish panther, but can shift to human shape.
Kit settled back in the chair. "So, what's your home like?"
Alex frowned. He gathered his legs to his chest, hugging them as he thought, comfortable with neither the question nor sitting like a human. "I don't understand. I don't have a home."
"You must live somewhere," said Kit, prompting his answer with a leading tone.
"With my pride, yes," he answered cautiously, "but that's not a 'somewhere'."
"And where are they?"
"Wherever they are. They're not likely to be where I left them."
"Oh!" Kit exclaimed. "You're nomadic."
"Yes!" he cried with obvious relief.
"But even then," she continued, "you must wander in a specific area, or maybe it's a biome, or a climate type."
Still clutching his knees tightly, he swiped a hand across his eyes. "We live where the Great Chief assigns us at the Meet. We're in the southern mountains these two years. Last time we had the Far Plains, which was my favourite. You'd just swipe," and he mimed clawing with arched fingers, "and there'd be something good to eat right in your paw." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Why are you asking me this?"
Kit took a long sip of her tea and placed the cup carefully in the saucer. "Because it's fascinating you come from another world, and I'd like to know more about it. And you." Alex stared at her, the confusion plain on his face. "What's wrong?"
Alex stretched his legs out in front of him and leant back against the settee. "Strange, is all. No one's ever asked before."
Kit settled back in the chair. "So, what's your home like?"
Alex frowned. He gathered his legs to his chest, hugging them as he thought, comfortable with neither the question nor sitting like a human. "I don't understand. I don't have a home."
"You must live somewhere," said Kit, prompting his answer with a leading tone.
"With my pride, yes," he answered cautiously, "but that's not a 'somewhere'."
"And where are they?"
"Wherever they are. They're not likely to be where I left them."
"Oh!" Kit exclaimed. "You're nomadic."
"Yes!" he cried with obvious relief.
"But even then," she continued, "you must wander in a specific area, or maybe it's a biome, or a climate type."
Still clutching his knees tightly, he swiped a hand across his eyes. "We live where the Great Chief assigns us at the Meet. We're in the southern mountains these two years. Last time we had the Far Plains, which was my favourite. You'd just swipe," and he mimed clawing with arched fingers, "and there'd be something good to eat right in your paw." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Why are you asking me this?"
Kit took a long sip of her tea and placed the cup carefully in the saucer. "Because it's fascinating you come from another world, and I'd like to know more about it. And you." Alex stared at her, the confusion plain on his face. "What's wrong?"
Alex stretched his legs out in front of him and leant back against the settee. "Strange, is all. No one's ever asked before."