Wildcats, Roar! [Kita/Sabre]

Gaze locked on the blue tint of calm waves, the red huntress was still as a statue, watching the tiny pale shapes in the water that would blend into the sands to those with less focus. She had run out of things to do around home, so she decided to go along the resort grounds, notably the beach, having a hesitance to getting into the water that the chattery humans seemed to do with little hesitance, giggling and playing in the waves.

The water smelled strange and bit her eye when she gave it an unfortunate splash, but curiosities lied beneath the calm waves that she wasn’t particularly keen on traversing yet. A tiny human or two ran past behind her occasionally, odd looks given to the fiery feline’s stiffness as a hand slowly rose to pick at the swarm of shapes, only to be foiled by an unexpectedly large wave.

Her reaction was immediate and quick, a pounce backwards with a visibly startled look to the water, what she thought was a predictable form was proven untrustworthy in a single moment,

“Fickle waves, you are not to bite at the greater,” She’d hiss, teeth visible as she came back to the water’s line, though far more cautious. The water’s size changed whenever it wanted… Maybe Klein would know why it did that, though he hadn’t come back in some time…

Kita jumped again, her head whipping to look at Sabre like a frightened cat, pupils wide and staring intensely for a moment before she realized it was just Sabre. Unlike prior, in which such an interaction would've resulted in someone getting a clawing, Kita immediately relaxed, a glow of familiarity to her gaze. Most unusually, a slightly off, toothy smile crept on her lips. Smiling; it was something she had seen but didn't personally experience until now, at least in the social respect. It felt nice, "Ah, Sabre."

Tipping her head to think of a response, her mellow tone would reply, "I haven't any fear of losing control, it is a great ease on the mind. I can traverse the same sands as these chattering squishy humans with no fear. I have even discovered a few things."

Gesturing to her head back to the water, she'd go to look at the tiny swarm of shapes again, "These tiny things, i'm unsure of what they are. I had also frightened a tiny plated warrior with strange eyes from it's burrow. What do you call these?"

A disgruntled huff and a simple push away of the hand communicated the redhead's annoyance with Sabre's inspections. She didn't understand what the horned arrancar was trying to do, but she wasn't entirely pleased with her unprompted grabbings, her attention brought back down to the little forms in the water being identified as fish.

Visible shock was on her face, "Those tiny creatures are fish? I thought fish were big, and swam in the rivers," Her uneducated remark was spoken with the disbelief of someone whom had heard pigs could fly, though her pleasant shock would be replaced with more annoyance as she was suddenly lifted from the ground. An annoyed flicker of spark or two peeled off and flickered around her head, a low grunt as she wasn't entirely interested in hurting her, but held an expression that showed her discontent.

Her expression soured with that phrasing, "Don't go about sounding like that snake. I'm not his 'woman'," She had a particular tone of hatred when mentioning that woman, simply pushing at Sabre's hands to release her, "We are partnered. And to answer, not quite yet. He has been gone for some time."

Her curious eyes had finally been taken by the abnormal flowing of water in the space before her after her irritation subsided, mesmerized by the tiny silver shapes swimming about in a uniformed swarm. A sudden splash took place, a clawed hand having lunged into the floating stream of liquid to suddenly snatch at the unfortunate creatures, the tiny school scattering somewhat, a few unlucky members accidentally flicking themselves outside of the safety of the abnormal stream, the arrancar's nose scrunching at the brief sting of salt on her face.

Her palm gently opened to reveal the pitiful, wide-eyed creatures helplessly flopping in her palm; the poor thing's eyes were so round and wide that they looked as if they'd sob from their misfortune, like wounded children. She felt a little bad for working at displacing them now.

Looking to Sabre with light annoyance to her question, she'd shove that fistful of sad tiny fish back into the flow of water, a light huff and a tiny crackle of spark or two peeling off her hairs, "I am Kita. There has not been any need for me to be anything else."

Her furrowed brow remained as her head tipped down, flicking her wet hand off in a random direction, "...I shall admit, I have been uncertain of what that entails. I have had my bouts of training and hunting recently, but I am unsure if that is adding to what makes I 'Kita'."

Her nose wrinkled a bit with the horned arrancar's strange language, watching and wondering what the other woman was trying to accomplish with all of these confusing questions. Then the important-sounding one came by; what was most important to her, Kita? It felt simple enough to answer, as someone who had lost everything but one person,

"Klein is the most important," Her answer came calmly and easily, "The collection I had forced into being my 'family' after that wretched shinigami's rule ended are long gone. None have been more appreciative of my company than him.."

With a slight shuffle, she'd add, "..I had experienced feelings I never had before with him."