'I have high hopes for what you can accomplish...'
Those words seemed to echo in the human's mind each sunrise, just before the grasp of dreamland released her back into the waking world. Daisy Pinecone, at least that's the name she's going as now, sat up in her cozy bed and gave a yawn.
"I have high hopes...for breakfast." Her sleepy voice mumbled, releasing her tight grasp on the chapaa toy she slept with nightly. Setting the pudgy little plush on the bed neatly she'd stumble tiredly to her wardrobe. And thus the daily ritual began.
Step one, get dressed in ANYTHING besides the onesie that had kept her toasty during the cool Palian night. Today she'd dawn her linen tights and high boots, flared waist jacket, and most importantly the cracked glasses she had arrived in.
Step two, the still mostly asleep Daisy finds her way to her kitchen. After wiping the sleep out of her tired blue eyes, they scanned the kitchen for anything she could eat that required minimal effort. A plate of macarons sat on the counter, likely a little stale, but better than having to cook this early.
Taking the plate, she moved into the lounge and curled up in a chair she'd made with her own hands. While she recalled nothing of who she was before appearing here, making things with her hands seemed second nature. Maybe she had been a builder? A craftsman? She pushed the thoughts away, not wanting to get stuck ruminating on what she may have lost.
What mattered was now. Now she was eating strawberry pink macarons and sipping cold Ormuu milk as the warm sun trickled through the glass window and swept over her like a blanket. Any time she wondered about her origin something about this world seemed to wrap her in its arms and whisper, 'You belong here', and she accepted that as fact.
As she reached for one more cookie her fingers found an empty dish, she'd not even realized she'd eaten them all. Sighing in defeat, she got back to her feet. It was time to get moving, the day awaited her.
Like clockwork, Daisy fed all of her fish their breakfast. She was starting to amass quite the collection, and knew soon she would have to build onto her home. Getting rid of her fish was out of the question, clearly. Just as she turned to leave the room a firm knock came to her front door.
She knew that knock.
Opening up to greet her visitor, she'd find Hassian's tall form shadowing her doorstep. Like usual, the hunter seemed as if he would much rather be ANYWHERE besides here.
"Morning, Hassi." She chirped to him playfully, only getting a grunt in response. Typical. Her eyes finally fell from his frowning face to see a small, fuzzy creature held by the scruff of its neck. A palcat kitten, with charcoal fur and two huge pink eyes.
"This yours? Do you know how irresponsible it is to let a domesticated animal loose, the ecosystem is already-"
"No." She interrupted him, but still reached to take the purring kitten out of his grasp. He surrendered it and took a step back, his breath clouding in the cool morning air as he gave a huff at her.
"Well it is now. Just keep it inside where it can't harm the-"
"Delicate ecosystem surrounding Kilima village." She cut him off again, earning her a snarl from him. Daisy was a simple creature, and getting the Majiri's feathers ruffled was one of her favorite pastimes.
"Whatever." He tensed as if he wanted to lash out, or intimidate her, but seeing her defiant grin just made the hunter back off. She had to be crazy. That's how he justified it in his mind, anyway. Most of the other humans kept their distance from him.
"See you later, Hassi! Thanks for the kitten..." She'd call to his turned back, shutting the door before he could turn back to snap about her calling him that.
"Did the grumpy man scare you? Don't worry, you're safe with me Poe, he's just a ..." She stopped her ramble, brows knitting together. How did she know what to call the Palcat? She had never met this creature until now, yet there was a knowing inside her that this was 'Poe'.
"...Let's get you something to eat, eh?" She chuckled nervously, trying to push down the anxiety this revelation had brought her. Setting the kitten down, it followed behind her mewling loudly to demand food. Daisy warmed up some bass filets she'd had in her ice box and poured a bit of milk over it.
She sat the bowl down and stepped back, leaning back on the counter as she watched the little creature eat and lap up everything she'd offered. 'As cute as he is, I should be working...' Her workaholic nature was always there to rouse her from relaxing when she'd get too comfortable.
Grabbing her bag from beside the counter, she swung the satchel over her shoulder and made for the outdoors. There were blueberries to pick and potatoes to pickle, she couldn't play Palcat Mom all day.
-End Chapter 1-