C: Klara - Blog Posts
Mantis wasn't sure what she expected when she hosted her first party on Earth, but so far this party had exceeded all expectations. The outfits were amazing and creative, not to mention colorful, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. It was perfect. Exactly what was needed after a stressful few months. Hearing the comment on glittery wings, Mantis had to stop and turn around, wanting to see them for herself. "Oh, I must have just missed them," she said with a slight pout, but that quickly turned into a smile as she watched Klara's daughter hand off her discarded candy. "Well, she seems to be having fun. How about you? Need a hand with them?"
"I saw this guy wearing full-blown glittery wings and honestly, I am mad at myself for not coming up with this idea," Klara mused with a sad sigh but a smile appeared immediately on her face as her daughter ran up to her to give her the half-eaten glitter cotton candy she didn't want anymore. "Though, I suppose wings aren't too practical with two kids," she chuckled as she watched the little girl run back to her friends.
Mantis tilted her head in confusion, her large eyes fixed on the floor while she processed Klara's explanation. "Ah, I see... Metaphorical expressions can be perplexing. The intricacies of Earth's languages continue to elude me," she admitted with a laugh, her expression reflecting a mix of curiosity and bemusement. "But congratulations on the revelation of your impending parenthood! I sense a complex array of emotions within you, and it's truly fascinating. If you ever need assistance, I am here to help in any way I can." Mantis extended her hand, offering a warm and reassuring smile.
Admittedly, Klara should have known that using the phrase cat's out of the bag in reference to everyone now knowing about her pregnancy would be a problem for an alien that's been on Earth for maybe three weeks. After all, there were still some phrases that frazzled her own mind. "No, no don't worry! There are no cats in bags involved!" she shook her head. "It just means that a secret's out. I'm not sure why Midgardians use that phrase but I can't really judge," she chuckled.
"No, I am not from here either," she replied softly, her voice carrying a soft lilt. "I come from a distant planet known as Ego, and trust me when I say it's quite unlike anything you have likely seen here." She tilted her head, studying Klara with a gentle intensity. "But I find Earth fascinating. There is so much diversity, so many different beings coexisting in this vibrant tapestry of life." A gentle smile graced her lips as she spoke, her demeanor serene yet filled with an unspoken wonder. "And even with all there is to experience here, I can't seem to pull myself away from this thing." She gestured to her phone as she spoke, swiping up to the next video.
Growing up on Asgard for her entire life, Klara understood the excitement over Midgardian technology all too well. She'd only been living on Earth for three years and there were still so many things she had to explore. "Oh that is very cute," she agreed with a bright smile. "I take it you're also not from here?" Klara asked after a few moments.
