>>5782707When Henzler had selected the name (which you grudgingly accepted, even though it wasn’t your first pick), you sent her to go get some food for the three of you.
“And it’s on you,” you told her, with a little gloating left in you as you haul the chimera cub onto your lap. “-I- just got a dependent, after all.”
She did as you requested/demanded, returning shortly thereafter with two flour-coated friend meat-skewers of some sort, an apple, and some cooked fish.
“Do you think the snake-head will like any of it?” she asked, a little worried.
Henzler needn’t have worried: the lion AND snake aspects of your new pet both seemed to take a share of the fish and meat, while the goat was content with the apple and, afterwards, the containers and sticks. You both watched it with the fascination a child tends to regard a cute animal doing anything, multiply modified by the coolness of your particular acquisition.
“So is this your goal, then?”
You looked up at Izirina Henzler, startled and a little confused by the sudden inquiry. You found her looking at you, thoughtfully, like some sort of puzzle.
“What?” you asked. “What are you on about, Henzler?”
“You told your friends earlier that you had a goal, like they all have theirs,” she said. “But you never said what it was.”
