A Starlight-class Freighter zipped through the blackness of space. It was a rugged ship, though hard to spot with its blacked out colouration.
The coordinates to Heckington Parkway were already planted into the navigation system, the pilot seat sat empty for now as the autopilot led the freighter. The pilot was wandering to the back portion of the ship, where the seats were for passengers.
“Hey Cor! We won’t be long now, thought I’d leave her in autopilot now we’ve hit those short cuts.” She smiled, wearing slightly nicer clothes than usual though it wasn’t as fancy as the last time the Human visited Kiast. It was a nice shirt and trousers, a blouse. It covered her newest scars, which wasn’t entirely the intention but she reckoned it work out better for meeting Cora’s parents. She hadn’t asked him about it, cause he’d worry, but it made sense to her so the blouse was likely to stay. Best to hide the evidence of such battles and evade prying into the topic of inner workings. After all, why would a young lady of the confederacy bear the scars of combat? Of worse than combat. It was best to let it stay unasked.
Frond was sitting in an empty box in the cargo bay. The doors to it were open, allowing the Cythraul some free space to move around in and hed chosen to sit in a box that he barely fit all four of his paws in. His tail wagged happily.
“Sounds lovely!” called a posh, sweet toned voice from not far away from Frond. Cora was crouched down with holocam, taking pictures of the cythraul with a big smile on his face, biting one painted lip to contain giggles. He pirouetted upright, two-stepped to a different position, and then started taking more. Golden eyes glanced her way, and he winked.
“Master Frond is absolutely stunning in this season’s thrifty dress, don’t you think, Pippa?”
Frond was perhaps too aware of the camera and had been angling for various shots with Cora, tail wagging all along and occassionally producing a small borf in response to Cora’s chatter.
Zuza came up, outside of the camera’s range but grinning all the same.
“Square chic is in this year then?” She joked, a laugh following the words before she shook her head, “It really accentutes his fluff I think though I’m not how it’ll be for a long term look. We may have to move to triangles to keep up.”
She had no idea what she was saying but it was vaguely on the ball for the fashion trends Cora talked about. Specific names and styles never stuck in her mind but the way he spoke about them had at least.
“You have an excellent eye, Miss Lottson. I do think an obtuse angle would match him quite well,” giggled the Pantoran. He finally left off his miniature photoshoot, stopping to give Frond many pets and rubbies. It was a wonder the box was still standing, given how it strained at the seems into a more oval shape.
Only after a good pat did Cora stand, stretching on two pointe toes, and turn his beaming smile to his friend. He offered the camera.
“Want to see? Or shall the reveal wait for the cover edition of Borf in Vogue?”
Zuza snort laughed, covering her mouth and having to turn away from that schutta of a joke.
“Oh my stars Cora-” She managed to get out between bouts of giggles, “I- he- I think I can wait for the copyeeeee..” she broke out into more giggles, shaking her head. Kriff, that caught her off guard.
Frond’s tail wagged more rapidily in joy. They were happy so he was! What was happening? He didn’t know! He panted, tongue lolling out as he looked up between the peoples.
The Pantoran beamed further for her laughter, and for the beating his ankles were taking with Frond’s wagging tail. He gave the pup more pats, generally unable to stop as long as he was close.
“You know, I would bet that I could design a cover with him on it! That might be a fun to-do. And different from paints.” He gave a thoughtful hum.
“We could work on it together at some point. I keep meaning to draw more, I like it but woo its been busy.” Zuza chuckled, leaning back on her feet. “Show this beauty off to the journalists.”
Frond was blepping.