Maybe we are family [Countinued]

(continuing from here https://mhahr.forumotion.com/t729-open-we-are-maybe-family)

Klara looked back up to the superior Arrancar. "I said that already. I am Klara, Klara Dorylus. I serve none but my own emptiness. Also, my treasures can't be found anywhere. Unless... you seen treasures!" Klara's eyes glowed at the prospect of there being a stash of treasure somewhere.

"You want me to store my treasures in your den..." Klara had to think about this. If she was allowed to store her treasures here, then maybe she would be allowed to explore this place more freely. However, this could be a trap. Maybe Nakita secretly did want her stuff. Also Nakita was powerful, much stronger than Klara. So there was no way for her to safety protect them incase of betrayal. Though at the same time. If she did have no interest in her treasures, then her presence alone would deter others from taking it.

"Dens are good places to put lots of stuff... But the den has to have to right type of things. Can I see the den first before agreeing? I am an expert on good dens so when I see it I can know quickly how good it is." In truth, Klara as already allured by the potential opportunities explore this place more freely. After all, treasures were everywhere.

Klara's antennae twitched sending a message to her other two drones to be careful around the webbing and return but stay out of site. Meanwhile the Drone that was originally stuck would climb up Klara's back and sit along her shoulders as if Klara was giving it a piggyback ride. Then Klara would carefully follow the Spooder Queen to while trying to avoid touching as many webs as possible. "Make dens hun... Then it should have the right things for good treasure storage. I can tell for sure. Can't wait to see." Klara had a delightful smile before remember she had to focus on not getting stuck again.

"Oh... um. I wonder. I did not know we could make children... Children are great treasures. I remember I think... or don't remember... aww... I'm not sure. But I'm sure babies are lots of treasures. I want a baby. How do I get babies like you?" Klara would start to jog to catch up to Nakita forgetting her original objective of trying to avoid as many webs as possible.

Klara puffed her cheeks. Such a response made no sense... or did it. It couldn't because she remembered babies. There was something deep down, something buried in centuries of life that held the truth. "Hmmm... but... that sounds like my drones. They are... me... but more empty. But without them, I feel more empty more alone. But they are not children... unless they are. But they are not." Klara lowered her head with a hand covering half her face. She was looking for that memory, that piece of life that held the answer she wanted but was out of reach. Her antennae twitched again but there were no new orders given.

Her other two drones would continue to follow but with the sense of danger gone, they returned to a more docile and observant mode looking for any signs of treasures. Assuming Nakita does not do anything to spark a strong emotion inside of Klara, one of them would come across a shiny piece of sharp metal. Not understanding its danger, it would pick up it and accidently cut its hand. Its antenna would twitch signally the other drone to come to it and then that drone would, more carefully, pick up a piece of broken metal.

Klara puffed her cheeks. She was not thinking hard. In fact, she barely had to use any thinking power at all. She was super smart. How else could she be so good at finding treasures and determining value. Still, that little expression was the only bit of defiance she would give. After all, the woman's speech was getting a bit... wordy and weird. Things that wish to grow but only when told by their mother. Things that had no free will except when ordered by their creator. It was so empty, so lifeless, so... hollow. Klara was not brave enough to not see how scary this woman was. She was not strong enough to hide behind a front. She could only grow quiet deep in the nest of this monster, nodding her head when addressed. Her words were not a treasure she wanted to cling on too.

Upon reaching the line of caves and dens, Klara's antennae twitched around excitedly. She was finally able to distract herself from the woman's words and able to explore and do something she personally enjoyed. As her antennae stopped, two drones crawled out of hiding from the forest and met up with the drone on Klara's shoulder. Together the three turned to Klara, twitched their antennae, and then split up to explore then dens. Klara herself simply walked along the entrances, almost as if she was patrolling the pathways and keeping her drone's explorations safe. "So exciting. I hope one of these is a treasure. I hope all of these have things inside that can bring my life value."

Klara's eyes glowed at the sound of her favorite word. She cared not about their being homes, hollows living there, nor possible violence. All that mattered was the filling the emptiness and protecting what was hers. The woman's warning however, reeled her back in check. Her antennae twitched the the drones shifted their stances to be more stealthy.  While she was not worried about any weak hollows, she was worried about upsetting the woman.

The drones would prod around the various dens and eventually pick out one with a softer ground that was easy to dig through. This was the best quality as even if someone were to walk in, they would see nothing but dirt. "This one. This one is a treasure for me. I will not give it up or share it. It is my greatest treasure without a doubt." Klara would then remove the stone around her neck and give it to one of her drones. The drones would scurry over the center of the den and place the stone in the center. Then they would inspect the den while twitching their antennae. Once satisfied  they would dig a small hole and bury the stone. It was safe. A treasure inside a treasure.