[hr]ATTN: [@AzureKnight][hr]As Xashan started back to Eon Tower, his arms would start to burn, as crimson and black wisps of flames like smoke escaped from the suddenly not-so-unconscious women, as they writhed in his hold, and broke free.

For a tense moment, Xashan had to process, as of Scarlett and Lupina were threats, as Scarlett leveled her swordmorph at him, and Lupina aimed her bow at him. However, they weren't the same as before...

As if lifted by an unnatural force, their long hair was raised above their hairline, keeping their third eye in constant view, as the eye glowed - a crimson iris beset in a charcoal scalera, matching the smoke that burned around their form like an aura.

Fortunately, it wasn't to last, as they seemed to... power down... and the smoke faded.

"[color=00ccff]We aren't... done... here...[/color]" Scarlett groaned, rubbing her temples. "[color=00ccff]Blockheads like those chumps don't act out of turn. There's more to this...[/color]"

"[color=BDD3E9]The Pheredhel is right,[/color]" Lupina says, "[color=BDD3E9]Something stinks, and it's not just their bad hygiene or breath.[/color]"

Drawing into her coat, Scarlett would fluff the burgundy material, and reveal her immodesty; only adorned in smallclothes underneath - well, underwear, to be honest. She'd discarded her chest bindings after leaving Elaine's company, having sweat clean through them.

"[color=BDD3E9]Do you have no shame, as a woman!?[/color]" Lupina bleeted.

"[color=00ccff]Save it,[/color]" Scarlett snarked. "[color=00ccff]Not like I have anything to interest.[/color]"

Lupina scoffed, as she pushed up on the meager, but present offering of twinned, semicircles of fat storage. "[color=BDD3E9]There is enough here to show some modesty. Even you could feed a small child.[/color]"

Scarlett would growl, and dig her fingers into the much more bountiful harvest of offered fat storage, taking note of the slightly more generous left. "[color=00ccff]And, there is enough here to feed a small household! You need to show modesty![/color]"

Xashan would likely wanna cut in, before they went from annoyed groping to public indecencies charges...[hr]ATTN: [@AzureKnight], [@Frozen0Titan][hr][i]Her attention was divided, literally, though her task was always the same: do what her Mommy wanted most:

Protect her things.

[quote][color=f49ac2]”I’ve done my best to mimic the typical ecosystem in which these eggs are laid. Eh, however…”[/color][/quote]

"[color=ffc1cc][i][b]Ecosystems? Living places? What living place like? Living place we, warm.

Is good.

Good-good.[/b][/i][/color]"

[quote][color=f49ac2]”What makes magical beasts so fascinating and tedious to study is how magic is so integrated into their genetics. These particular species are natural lightning elementalists --"[/color][/quote]

"[color=ffc1cc][i][b]Lightning? No. Fire. Fire. Fwoosh!

Lightning annoying. Wanna stop. Now. Make armor.

...but, how Mommy do? Make dirt inside and make hot...

Oh! Fire! Yeah! Hot dirt hard![/b][/i][/color]"

[quote][color=f49ac2]”As a researcher, I’d of course like to be able to ensure that the egg hatches with no issues. If not for the sake of my own well-being…

Do you perhaps…have any suggestions?”[/color][/quote][/i][hr]As Naomi looked away from the poached Makara egg to address Damien, she would just miss the Alchemical Circle form and spread out beneath it, and the sudden formation and closure of a pear of anguish around the egg - cutting it off from the Lightning Mana.

Upon the petals were symbols from another language, likely another continent, and they were written all the way around from top to bottom in a crude scrawl. It was legible, and decidedly intelligent, due to the repeating symbols in other places, leaning to the credence of words, but unless Naomi or Damien were fluent in the Northern Fae-tongue, and the Desert dialect, they would need a linguist.