Where the heart is? {Open}

It had been an eventful night but through the bond she had just forged all other emotions she might have felt were slowly being dampened. How could she feel anything else other than love and happiness when there was a black creature rolling along beside her as they made their way through the lower caverns? The little Black Wher was walking as fast as his legs could carry him and, with his pudgy feet moving faster than he could actually manage, he seemed to think rolling along the better option. Kisk hummed happily sending waves of intense love through their bond to Kire. It was almost overwhelming to have nothing and then everything shared with another creature.

Kisk continued down the Hallway, almost prancing as he walked. It was hard to imagine that his mother had been Ausk! The Red who would sooner eat a candidate than talk to them.
No love mummy?
Kire jumped at the question posed by an almost high pitched, innocent and yet slightly confused voice.

“Of course I do! She’s wonderful… You are just very different.”
Love mummy too. Kisk happy! Kisk love!
Kisk lept forward and pounced on her feet, nudging her legs with his nose. Kire petted him, laughing a little as he waggled his whole body in an attempt to contain his excitement. He started to prance down the halls again and Kire arrived at her room. Vesta flew at Kisk suddenly. Kisk grumbled or yelped and then rolled down on the ground as Vesta tried to pick the pieces of dirt off the Wher. It was dirty! How dare this dirty thing enter her home like this! How could it do this! She would have to clean it now!

Kire rushed forwards at the pair and grabbed Vesta from the air, holding her close. Kisk was on the ground and rolled over. He waggled his tail tentatively and looked at Kire with confusion.
What that? Love?
Kire kept holding the agitated Flitt and smiled, reassuring the two of them.
"She's a Firelizard... Her name's Vesta... Vesta, you behave. This is Kisk." Kire explained a little breathless, "Vesta, we're moving to the Wherling barracks! A new home!"
She sent an image to the Flitt of a new, different room trying to communicate the idea.

Vesta stopped moving immediately. They were moving!? What!? After all her hard work keeping this place clean. She grumbled in an annoyed fashion. Kire released the Flitt and the creature landed on Kisk, cleaning him, brushing the dirt off the Wher.
Kisk kiss! Vest... Almost best! He said in elation.

Kire dragged her trunk down the hallways and eventually reached the Wherling's barracks, Kisk trotting happily with Vesta siting on his back, still clearing away the dirt sitting there. She stopped at the entrance to catch her breath. She was certain that more Wherlings would be arriving soon to pick out their rooms. She was rather excited about the idea. She wondered whether Camea would be here soon... Or that Red... She shuddered at the thought of the red...