Born to Lounge led a comfortable life. She had isolated a spot in the flat marsh where the trees and roots grow to make a natural enclosure of greenery and flowers. This small corner of the swamp that she calls her own shields her from the unsightly outsiders coming from the plains, the desert, the caves, and the mountains. It also housed her many, many pets and familiars who do her bidding and tend to her every wish. Food was plentiful and easily within reach. The water that flowed in the nearby stream cutting through the enclosure was clean, clear, and refreshing. It was her pride for her den's beauty to match her own.
Every once in a while, some kin would stumble into her little haven. She did not mind their presence, as long as they did what she expected of them. Many of her visitors would see her and her host of animals and immediately voice out their admiration. They would rain praise about her mane, her hue, her markings, her glow. They would bring gifts to her animals and comment on how well behaved an organized they were. Even if they were the other, uglier kin, as long as they showered her with admiration, she would tolerate their time spent in her presence.
She lives for the adulation of the many, yet what she really wants is the company of the beautiful. It is so rare to have another Kimeti of considerable attraction wander into her den. The last time had been many springs ago, and she feels oh so starved of a vision of pure allure. So she spends her days lounging on a patch of fine fescues, ordering Oppressor and Bludgeon to keep the smaller animals in line, and keeping an eye out for her next visitor.
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