High Commander Diah's Resistance

Breakfasting with a Leonad sure is messy

Whatever Luvian Sangria was made of, Earth bars and pubs would definitely love to get their greedy little paws on. I woke with no hangover, nor feeling like I been soused the night before. My eyes drifted open to meet those of Goldest, who was hovering directly over my face, the creeper. I gave a look that said I thought he was one too. He just gave me a purr filled chuff of amusement and then dropped his big fluffy butt on top of me, causing an 'oomph' to come out of me. I began making griping noises as he decided I needed a morning full face kitten bath. I kept trying to convince him I wasn't his cub, and he kept ignoring me. He wouldn't let me up till the front of my hair was a soggy swirled up mess, and I had been licked from clavicle to forehead. "Yes, thank you... I'm awake now... so very awake and exfoliated. And with all the purring, it's like I've been I'm one of those massage chairs. Can I get up now? I gotta twinkle."

Even though he's purrfectly well aware of what I'm referring to, I still get an odd putty tat version of a raised brow at my use of the word twinkle. I roll my eyes at him and wave my hands in an urgent way to let him know I am reaching critical bladder levels here and he needs to move that caboose. He actually snickers at me, which I didn't even know felines could do. "Rude" I grumble under my breath as I scrambled of the bed in a less than graceful manner in my mad dash to the bathroom. I so didn't care though, 'cause when you gotta, you gotta go.

After taking care of that pressing issue and hand washing, I noted that some clothes had been laid out for me. Which was thoughtful and awkward, since it meant someone had handled my unmentionables. Gah, I could only hope it had been a female someone. I turned to the bathing options and went with a shower. I was too hungry to mess with an actual bath-bath. Once clean, dressed, and having brushed my hair and teeth... I ventured back out into the bedroom to find Goldest lying on the bed with his paws in the air, batting at the dust motes that were dancing in the beams of sunlight coming through the curtains.

I leaned against the doorway to the bathroom and watched the adorable sight. It pinged a memory, which was odd. I never did anything like that, as I lacked the proper appendages. I furrowed my brows, trying to chase the memories to their source. My eyes widened as I hit pay dirt. They weren't my memories... they were Goldest's. From his earliest days. I stood there dumbfounded as I recalled his memories of being a newborn cub. Of experiencing everything for the first time. Of how he was actually told by his deity, the names of his siblings. I turned my head to look at Goldest with what had be a flummoxed expression on my face, to see he was watching me. His amazing blue eyes were actually a little vulnerable, like he was worried about my reaction to it all. "That was so cool! Humans are never that self aware when they are born. And for your deity to be so close to you? That's just amazing Goldest." Seeing and feeling how sincere I was, he sagged into the bedding with relief. I tilted my head a bit at that. My youth was not always pleasant, especially when it was discovered the Great All Sire had Touched my Nest so deeply. They will also not understand when they learn I have Bonded an Offworlder... but it eases my heart that you understand and do not fear me or mine.

"Seriously?! Your deity blesses your Nest with his attention, or wisdom or however it would be worded... and your people find that scary? That's ridiculous. I mean I kinda get how they're going to be leery of me and you Bonding. But the rest? They should be wondering why he felt the need to focus on you, is something coming? Are you or one of your siblings meant to be a part of something important? When a deity takes a special interest in someone, there's usually a reason for it." I shake my head at how the herd mentality can lead to such strife and chaos. The narrow minded and easily spooked often cause the most damage to young minds. Poor Goldest, but at least he had his Nest mates who supported and loved him, so I know it wasn't all bad. He purrs at me as he rolls over and climbs off the bed to come to me for face rubs. I wrap my arms around his neck and just hold his huge silky soft furry head to my chest for a bit, so he can feel how much I accept and appreciate him. I really wish I could have been there for him, even if only mentally during those unpleasant moments in his young life. But I also know things got better for him too as he got older and proved himself to be brave, wise and all around amazing.