prismatica | text; un: TheHollowKnight

[ The Hollow Knight did not have a physical heart (that belonged to their sibling), but the metaphorical one it had soared at the sight of Lobco. When she came over to embrace it, it reached down to wrap its free arm around her, never more glad that it had both arms once more.

The dragon swooped down to nibble on Lobco, and the Hollow Knight brought that hand up to snatch it out of the air. It chittered gleefully, bumping its multitude of horns against its hand, and then tried to gnaw at its thumb.

In answer to Lobco's question, the Hollow Knight nodded. ]

[The hug was so so nice. Lobco had hardly been in a bad mood, but somehow it lifted her spirits even higher and she just wanted to remain there. Yet Hollow's charge had slightly different ideas.

Lobco was grateful for the intervention. She of course found the little wyrm sweet and knew it meant no harm but she had been bitten enough. The bandages covering her hands were a testament to that.]

Not there, little one. Here, try this instead.

[She pulls out a small chew toy in the shape of bone. It was the best that she could find but she had learned after her first experience. She waves it temptingly near the dragon, trying to entice it away from Hollow's poor thumb.]

[ The Hollow Knight didn't mind the sharp teeth gnawing at its shell; it wasn't doing much harm, though they did leave little indents on the carapace when it went on and on.

It lowered its hand to Lobco's offering, and gently nudged the dragon's head with its finger to turn them around. From this angle, the crown of horns truly did look like the Pale King's, and that made it flush with affection towards the little creature.

The dragon licked their snout with a black tongue and peered at Lobco's offering. After a moment, they reached out and snapped up the toy, curling up in the Hollow Knight's hand to resume chewing.

The Hollow Knight dipped its head; it couldn't smile, or say thank you, so that was best it could do. ]

[Lobco's eyes crinkled when the toy was accepted and nodded at Hollow Knight when they dipped their head, understanding the message behind that gesture.]

I brought another toy and some extra blankets and...food. Have they eaten yet?

[ The Hollow Knight dipped its head towards the small indents in its arms; the dragon child had been trying to eat it, by all accounts. But the real answer, of course, was no, and thus it shook its head.

Cradling the tiny dragon close to its thorax, it gestured to the almost entirely unused kitchen part of its home. Should they go in there to prepare any food she had brought? ]

[Lobco nodded.

Well then it was time to cook something up. Having already babysat some she was fairly acquainted with what they ate. While a couple breeds were omnivorous they definitely all ate meat of some sort. Lobco didn't know what this one ate so the safe bed was just to go with meet.

The shrimp began inspecting the cabinets. She figured there were no ingredients, after all Hollow Knight had no need to eat and from what she had seen when she lived with them and the other arthropods, neither vessel ever did eat even for enjoyment. At least not as far as she had seen.

What the kitchen did have were some basic utensils and kitchenware as her and Grimm's apartment had started out with too. She goes about setting these up while pulling out the ingredients she had bought. It was safe to feed them raw meat but that felt wrong.

Lobco didn't like cooking meat for obvious reasons, but when you lived in a house with a dog, cat, crocodile, owl and bear it was inevitable that she had to work with it.]

Have you ever done any cooking, Hollow Knight?

[She knew there was no chance of that back in Hallownest, but perhaps they had some opportunity here in Prismatica?]

[ There was no shame in having no perishable food in its home. It did not eat, could not eat even for pleasure, and thus it couldn't feel bad about not having things for Lobco to easily prepare. Still, it reminded itself that in future it must insist a visitor either give it time to collect something for them, or to bring something in the event that it couldn't leave itself.

The Wyrm would not like it to be a poor host.

... And it did not wish to be, either.

In answer to her question, it shook its head and made the sign for never, which was only true. In all its training, this was not something it had ever been expected to know. Its Father ate but rarely, and its Mother could make her own food if she so chose. Who else would it have been expected to serve - Hornet?

Weavers had caught and ate their own food. They were proud of it.

So it thought for a moment, and then reached for the pen and pad it kept nearby. It could use the communicator, but this felt more personable. The dragon tried to gnaw at the pen, but it gently prised their jaws from it and back onto the toy, and 'spoke'. ]

If you would teach me, I would be eager to learn.

[She had expected as much but she didn't want to assume. When they expressed an interest she couldn't help but brighten up. A lot of what she knew she had learned from her parents, and cooking was something which always reminded her of those days spent under their instruction. To be bale to pass on what she knew would be a blessing.]

The dragons mostly eat meat which is something I never eat so I'm not as versed at cooking meat dishes, but I've done it before.

[With the kitchenware and all the ingredients put out, they were ready.]

I thought they'd like some steak, so I got that. [Only a skirt steak since she wasn't sure she could manage anything more delicate than that.]

text; un: TheHollowKnight

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject