King waited in the long shadow of a boulder, its shade stretching out like taffy as the sun crept toward the horizon, while Kaida paced back and forth several feet away. "This is the worst idea you've had yet," the Fladramon complained. "It's a great idea," King replied on reflex; they'd had this conversation dozens of times over the past few months, but the familiar pattern was somewhat comforting. "You're going to get eaten," Kaida warned, "and I'm not going to help you." King only rolled her eyes. She turned toward the boulder and peered around it, scrutinizing the gaping mouth of a cave eight meters away, though not entirely sure what she expected to see—or rather what she hoped to not see. Still, nothing stirred in the cave's darkness, and she turned away again, reassured that its denizen wasn't about to come slinking out. She'd messaged Zoe several days before, inviting the woman to meet her in the mountains for "ADVENTURES" that she had failed to elaborate on. She'd provided directions little more specific than "turn left at the funny-looking tree," but King was confident that they would suffice. Granted, King was confident about a lot of things she shouldn't be.