lordpocky
Keionx was excited. She'd hunted down and killed a particularly vicious and edible beast, and she had happily dragged it home.
She shoved the door to her hive open and, with beastdad carrying the carcass behind her, ran across the conveyor.
"Zariaaaaah!" she called out, her loud voice carrying easily through their home, "My Princessss!" She took the carcass from Beastdad and began dragging it to her kitchen. It was... not a spartan affair, but it was... mostly unused. "I have slain a great beast!" she called, lifting and tossing it on the previously unused counter.
"We shall feast upon it! Come along!" she called, gleeful, "Let us cook!"
Cooking was a rare thing for her, and she wanted to try it again. With her twin, for once. She took out her knives and stated the fire, a cute smile playing across her face as she thought about the fun time that she might have with her brothe, how much closer to her princess she might be able to go.
She wasn't sure why she wanted to be closer to him. She wasn't sure if there were words for how she felt - how she wanted to feel - to her twin. She wasn't sure if she could comprehend how she felt.
But she wanted to cook with him. And eat.
