((From fuckyeahcharacterdevelopment's prompts: Your antagonist has to look after your protagonist’s pet(s) for a week! How do they treat them? Is this different from how they’d treat a stranger’s pet(s)? Do they even like animals?))
“And what exactly am I supposed to do with this… thing.” Idra stared down at the small, fuzzy reptile. Its two tails wagged back and forth and its eyes peered in opposite directions.
“His name is Bruno! Just feed him, play with him sometimes maybe. You really won’t even notice that he’s here. Thank you, Idra!” Zimina whirled and sped out of her mentor’s chambers, while Idra’s calls of protest nipped at her fetlocks.
With a huff, Idra stalked back to her office. She sat, and utterly ignored the tiny thing. What possessed her apprentice to think she’d be a suitable care-giver? For such a horrible—-
Her thoughts were interrupted by a snorting, breathy sound as the pet ambled into her office. As she glared forward, she heard it travel distinctly from the door, around her desk and then under it. She lifted her hooves off the floor and tucked them underneath herself to avoid any incidental contact. The snorting paused, and then the snoring began.
“By all the Naaru I will step on you if you do not shut up.” Idra threatened.
The creature huffed and woke, turned a few times, and then bumped against her chair. Idra tucked even more into herself. “Go away.”
The snoring renewed.
“Agh!” Idra slid from her chair, and gave her annoying charge the most imperious and disapproving look she could muster. “I do not want you here!”
Little legs ran in the open air, as though the pet’s dreams consumed it with chase. It wasn’t leaving. Now Idra felt she had no other option. Zimina would just have to understand later that Idra wasn’t going to be used for this sort of menial task. The tall woman dragged the creature out from under the desk and carried into the next room.
A week later, the younger Auchenai returned. “Idra? I’m back. How was—“ Zimina stopped in shock.
Idra held out the fuzzy reptile, complete with a freshly groomed coat with both her hands. “Please take him. I can’t stand him.” Yet emotion trembled beneath the old soulbinder’s voice.
“Oh… I’m so sorry,” Zimina apologized and retrieved the happily wiggling critter from her mentor’s grasp. “I won’t impose on you like that again, I promise.”
“See that you don’t,” Idra snapped. Her robes rustled with a brisk step away. After she slammed her office door shut and sat again at the desk, her hooves stretched out underneath it. Ah, to have space there again for her long legs. No accidently bumping into any clingy, completely dependent, adoring little…
A knock tapped on Zimina’s door. When she opened it, the soulpriestess blinked with surprise. “Idra? What can I do for you?”
“Where did you get it.”
“Get… Bruno, you mean?”
“Oh. One of the breeders had some stock left from the last world we left. There aren’t many around anymore.”
Zimina narrowed her eyes at the disappointment she thought she saw on her mentor’s face. “You know, I’m busy more and more these days. Maybe you could take him off my hands now and then?”
Idra sniffed. “It would still be a terrible imposition, but I can do that.”
While they spoke, the creature snorted and shuffled his way over to them. His tails both wagged and his eyes looked in opposite directions, one for each draenei.