Flying swiftly out with the messages they had been given, several message-carrying lithir dragons traveled quickly to the destinations they had been given. And making use of teleportation and the protection they had been given by the one who sent them, they entered the homes of those they were to give the messages to unseen. Then, as soon as they had left the carefully folded and sealed messages where they would be found by those they were intended for, the lithir dragons wasted no time in returning from where they came from.

You are hereby invited to the hatching of a clutch of mnrrenrrii dragons-- who will be the only ones of their kind in this Multiverse.
The Hatching will take place on a world which none of you are likely to be familiar with, but a small crystal which will take you there when teleporting has been attached to this message. It can only handle three individuals-- regardless of size, so choose those who will be going carefully.
As you may not be familiar with the mnrrenrrii dragons, a description of the species has been added further down at this invitation.

Far away, secure in a nest of carefully warmed sand, only the tops of the eggs were visible above the nest. There was a open space around the nest, shaped by a circle of jagged cliffs protecting them from the wind and sand of the desert outside.
At the present, the place appeared empty except for the nest and the eggs within, but then-- a particulary powerfull telepath might have caught the hint of a carefully shielded mind watching..

OOC: I'm not sure if you're gonna kill me or not Shadow, its a really long post sorry. To put it short and sweet my two candidates are Aithen(human male) and Marken(Triiallan dragon male in human form)

IC:"Aithen! Get in here!" shouted Talla to her husband. It only took moments for a very flustered looking Aithen rushed into the house.

"Is it time Talla?" he asked anxiously as he looked at his wife's very pregnant belly.

Sighing Talla answered, "I wish, but no." Then handing him the thing she was holding in her hand she said, "I only left the kitchen for a moment, when I came back this was sitting on the table." When her husband looked at the offered object quizzically Talla just pushed it at him again.

A little suspicious of things mystically appearing in his kitchen Aithen opened the note cautiously only to let immediately bust out laughing. "Its just a summons to a hatching Talla."

A smile quickly replaced the frown on Talla's face at her husband’s assurances. "When does it say the hatching is?" she asked him hope glowing in her eyes.

Reading further down the note Aithen answered her, "I think it starts pretty soon, it doesn't say for sure though." Looking back up to Talla Aithen saw her hopes dwindle. He knew how badly she wanted to go but being so close to giving birth neither of them wanted to risk it. "I'm sorry Talla..." Aithen said trying to comfort his wife.

Talla shrugged her delicate shoulders and jokingly said, "Just don't be gone too long or you'll miss your own child's 'hatching'." The laugh that escaped her showed Aithen that she was sincere, she wouldn't hold it against him for going without her.

Walking over to his wife Aithen put one arm around her and placed his free hand on her bulging belly. "I'd never miss this Talla, you know that," he said, his voice husky with love for his wife and their coming child.

At that moment a young man with sapphire blue hair and eyes walked into the kitchen. "Hey you two, what’s all the commotion?" he asked a little awkwardly, not wanting to interrupt the tender moment.

Aithen and Talla both looked over to the young man and Aithen said, "Marken, how would you like to go to a hatching off-world?" At the brightening glow in Marken's eyes Aithen couldn't help but laugh. "How did I know you would?" he asked still laughing.


The blue haired man just smiled. Then curiosity coming into his very expressive eyes Marken asked, "Shall I go change then?"

Aithen nodded, "Yes, go ahead and go change I'll be out as soon as I gather some meat for the hatchlings. Just get the solo straps though, Talla is staying here." He said this last as rubbed her belly again.

Nodding his understanding Marken turned and ran back outside, he hadn't yet been to a hatching with Aithen. Well not since his own of course.

Quickly Talla and Aithen burst into action, Talla grabbing a couple baskets Aithen running down to the cellar to get some of the meat they had stored for hatchings of their own. As soon as he got back to the kitchen he tossed the food into the baskets and secured them closed. Once that was taken care of he summoned his Shadow Phoenix Hirea, *Come to the kitchen my dear, I have a favor to ask.*

Almost before he had finished speaking to his bond a black bird with long purple tail feathers appeared hovering in front of him only to land on his shoulder. *What do you need Mine?* she asked him. *I have to leave for a while, if you could stay with Talla I'd appreciate it.* The phoenix considered her chosen with her fiery purple eyes, *I am a healer Mine, if you think I would leave a pregnant woman, let alone your mate, by herself you're crazy. Of course I'll stay with her.* Aithen reached up and caressed the fiery feathered bird perched on his shoulder. *Thank you.* With that Hirea launched off Aithen's shoulder and landed on Talla's.

Quickly Aithen kissed his wife on the cheek, grabbed the baskets of food, the note and its crystal, and ran out the same door that Marken had run through only minutes before. The sight that greeted him nearly took his breath away. A very large blue Triiallan dragon with healthily glowing yellow, and silver streaks sat waiting patiently, the riding straps already on. "Okay Marken I got everything, let me get these attached to the straps and then we'll go." The blue dragon nodded his head in understanding, "Hurry up though, I don't want to miss the start."

Laughing at his bond Aithen quickly finished attaching the baskets and made his way up to his perch between Marken's wings and said, "Whenever you're ready Marken." The blue dragon launched them from the ground and quickly gained enough altitude, *So where do we go Aithen?* he asked when he was getting ready to Travel.

Aithen, not entirely sure himself, said, *Just go, the crystal that came with the note is supposed to bring us to the hatching.*

Marken, not totally sure of what his chosen was proposing normally would have objected but upon opening his mind in preparation to Travel he was able to feel the power in the crystal Aithen had in his hand. At the feeling of that power Marken let his mind finish the last steps to Travel, except for the destination that the crystal controlled.

Only moments after disappearing from the skies of Triial Aithen and Marken arrived above their destination. The desert below looked quite unwelcoming and at first Marken and Aithen couldn’t spot where the hatching was supposed to be. Then after a few moments of searching Marken spotted a darker area and upon closer inspection saw it was a ring of cliffs. Although he couldn’t see anybody or any eggs inside the cliffs the dragon could feel a presence there. *I think we are supposed to go over there,* he sent to Aithen.

Aithen looked in the direction that Marken had shown him and he shrugged. *Whatever you think Marken, I can’t tell from up here,* he sent to Marken. Marken took that as permission to land and so slowly winged his way down to the hole between the cliffs where he landed softly on the sands, making sure to stay away from the center where he was now able to see a pile of eggs.

Once Marken landed Aithen slipped off his back and removed all the baskets, a pack he hadn’t brought, and the riding straps. The moment everything was taken off him Marken changed once more, this time back into human form. Upon seeing a not so clothed Marken, Aithen finally understood what the other pack was for and tossed it at him quickly and turned away. Once his back was turned towards Marken Aithen grumbled at him, “You could have warned me you know…”

Marken just laughed and answered, “I don’t know what your human’s problem is, dragons never wear clothes.” Marken had quickly pulled on his leggings and shirt, both fitting him snugly, and was about to pull on his shoes when he decided against it. The nice warm sand felt good on his feet. Seeing that Aithen was still facing the other way Marken tapped on his shoulder and said teasingly, “I’m dressed you silly person.”

As Marken spoke to Aithen he once again felt the mental presence yet there was nobody he could see in the bowl besides them. Not really knowing what else to do Marken sent out a telepathic message, *We are here for the hatching, is there anybody here?* Both men stood and waited patiently for somebody to return Marken’s call

Several moments passed without a reply, then the presence guarding the eggs communicated a pusle of amusement. And the next thing which happened was that the eggs-- twelve in all, began wobbling as tiny cracks spread across the surface of each one.

::We/I wish you welcome:: the guardian said.
::These eggs were brought here by us/I in hope of saving them, as a sickness on their world may soon kill all life there. You, like all others who has been invited were judged to have the neccessary experience to care for the young ones.
The final choice is up to the hatchlings, but do not hesitate to approach any you like and seek to attract it.
Good luck to you all, I trust that you will pass the infomation on to those arriving after you::
For a moment there was a shimmer in the air above the northern-facing part of the cliffs-- hinting of a metallic green and blue dragon's head swirled with blue-black.
Then it was gone, while the presence still lingered, if much fainter than before.

But now, the sound of cracking eggs and the chirping from the hatchlings inside was unmistakeable-- and less than half a minute later, the first egg shattered to release its occupant. The first ones was followed by several more, and soon thirteen hatchlings crawled around in the remains of the nest.
Just seconds out of their eggs, the awkward hatchlings were far from pretty, but still there was a certain beauty to their colorfull scales-- which gleamed even more strongly in the sunlight now when they were still covered with the fluids from the eggs...

Dragonlings
1. Metallic crimson female. Goldflecked paws and belly.
2. Metallic bronze/grey/black tabby male.
3. Metallic white male. Bronze spines and horns.
4. Metallic green and gold male. Metallic black and copper female.
5. Metallic orange male. Lightly marbled with metallic yellow.
6. Metallic cobalt blue male.
7. Metallic cobalt blue, purple and red male.
8. Metallic cobalt blue female. Crystalline horns, spines and claws.
9. Metallic crimson male. Copper 'diamonds' at his spine.
10. Metallic green and blue female. Silver horns and claws.
11. Metallic copper-brown male. Metallic black stripes.
12. Metallic yellow male.

Marken and Aithen both stood transfixed, staring at where the faint image of a dragon had disappeared. They would have stood there staring longer but the sound of the cracking eggs immediately caught their attention.

Looking quickly to the now quickly shattering eggs Aithen immediately was drawn to a metallic crimson female. Her gold flecked belly and paws sparkled in the sun as she made her way around her siblings. Not sure exactly what to do to attract her attention Aithen sent to her, *Hello beautiful girl, I am Aithen. I've come in hopes that one of your kind would honor me with considering me your Chosen.* Feeling a little more confident he quickly ran to one of the food baskets and took out a few chunks. *Her little girl, I have food if you want it. Even if I'm not for you this meat will give you strength until your Chosen does arrive.* With that he held out his hand towards her, and waited.

Marken had watched carefully as Aithen approached the little girl. Never having been to a hatching before himself he decided to follow his Chosen's lead, well at least as much as he could. Marken was drawn to a pair of twins but he wasn't sure if they would even accept another dragon for their Chosen. Working up the courage he sent to both the metallic green and gold male and the metallic black and copper female, *Greetings little ones, I am Marken. Can I offer you some food? And if you want me I can offer companionship as well.* With his words Marken sent feelings of love to the pair, hoping that they would find him acceptable.

After arriving home from a swim with her Queen starflare Casseopia and King starflare Orion, Platinum noticed a folded message on her porch.
She and the starflares took off and arrived just in time to see a clutch of eggs shatter.
Taking a look Platinum turned to Casseopia and Orion.
"Pretty aren't they"
*yes* they replied in unison *now hadn't you better take a closer look dearest*
Giving them both a stroke, she turned to the nest and was immediatly spellbound by a Metallic cobalt blue, purple and red male dragonet!
"well, hello there little one! May i offer you some food"
Whilst waiting for a reply she was amused to see the starflares edge toward the nest, snuffling at the hatchlings.
*I wonder.......* said Orion and turned to Casseopia *well you'll never know till you try dear* she replied and turned to survey the nest.
Orion moved closer, unsure but willing to try.
*Hello there little one* he sent to a Metallic copper-brown male, with Metallic Black stripes *I hope this day finds you well*
Smiling at the rather embarresed look on Orion's face, Casseopia sent happy and welcoming thoughts to a little Metallic green and blue female with Silver horns and claws *Greetings on this most fine of days dear little one, I hope you are well*
Both dragons waited with Platinum, Orion looking nervous and Casseopia with a look of serene contentment on her face.

Heluar did not notice that some one had entered her tent until she heard the soft cry of a wild hawk, so deep in trance was she. Clearing her throat, the other woman advanced, “Heluar? There are messengers for you, I do believe it is urgent.”

“Would you mind showing them in?” the pale Heluar asked quietly.

“I don’t think so,” the other answered, smiling, “they are dragons. Though one has made it clear that she is here for you, the other will let no one near him.”

Standing up, Heluar joined her and walked outside to intercept the message. “The other is probably for Jacob, then.”

“We thought as much, and sent for him in his hunting party.” They were weaving amongst small cooking fires and running children and dogs when Heluar saw two Lithir dragons standing apart from her Host, one, surprisingly she recognized as her friend Syresluna’s. She approached the male first who, despite what the other woman had said, merely gazed at her until she took the message he carried and took wing.

She read it quickly, a faint smile creasing her lips, and turned to Syres’ silver Breddia. The message was unrelated and Heluar rolled up and slipped it into the pouch at her waste, scratching Breddia’s muzzle a moment before the dragoness took off again, leaving her alone in the clearing.

As she was about to return to the Luminae, a trio of dragonets tumbled from the bushes to her left and the great glowing form of her Lumina dragoness Fehwyn followed. One of the little males bounded up to her, leaving his clutchmates in a bickering heap. *You’re leaving, Mine? I’m coming with you!* the silver declared.

**No, Girolan, you will stay with your siblings here and help guard the Host.** She knew that posing it in that way would keep him happy, though she could hardly keep that up as he got older. There was a crunch of leaves and twigs behind Heluar as Jacob her. “Shall we go then?”

“And what are you talking about?” she asked, an amused expression on her face.

“We were invited to a hatching, correct.”

Heluar shook her head exasperatedly, walking away from her mate back to the Luminae to prepare food for the dragonlings.


The crystal still clutched in her hand Heluar approached the sand with Jacob. The hatchings glistened and many were still fighting to extricate themselves from their shells, leaving them to assume that the dragonets had just recently hatched. There were already others present, amongst them a telepath from what the Aeoparabian woman could sense, though she did not investigate any further than sending a very faint warm greeting.

Jacob crouched down near the hatchlings, surveying the scene before him as others approached various dragonets. As he cast his gaze about, the dark radiant form of the cobalt female caught his attention, her crystalline spine and claws glittering and almost blinding the eye. He sent out a gentle wave of reassurance before speaking. *How shall I introduce myself, young one?* he pondered openly. *I am Jacob, a wandering psychic entity with no more family than that of my mate and a close friend’s.*

Meanwhile Heluar had approached the tabby scaled male, *Well now, you are a handsome fellow. Shall I introduce myself first, or wold you have something to tell me of yourself that I must know?*

Stumbling as she shook a hind leg to get rid of a piece of egg shell, the crimson female somehow managed to catch her balance in time. And then, uttering a questioning sound, she turned towards Aithen.
Certainly she didn't understand most of what he said, but she did catch the feeling of welcome and the offer of food. But as another dragonling approached, she snapped after her clutch mate and chirred in displeasure-- the food was hers.
The other hatchling retreated, and the crimson female's eyes glittered as she turned her attention back to Aithen, taking another step towards him.
Lowering herself to the sand, she kept her eyes at the meat, before slowly extending a fore-leg to bat carefully at it.
::Have that?:: she asked, her 'voice' more a mix of emotions and images than words-- using empathy rather than telepathy to communicate as her kind didn't have the latter.

The black and copper female gave no signs of that she had heard Marken, continuing on her way even as her slightly larger twin turned towards him. For a few moments, he hesitated-- looking back and forth between his twin and Marken, then his curiosity got the better of him.
Wings trailing in the sand at his sides, the muscles still being too weak to hold them up properly, the green and gold male approached the other dragon slowly.
As he had had to share one egg with his twin, this male was almost half the size of any of the other dragonlings excluding his twin, and gracefull was certainly not the word to describe him.
But then again, that would soon change to the better as he grew.
::Different:: the green and gold male observed as he sniffed at Marken, nostril flaring as he gave the dragon a nudge with a slender snout.

Busy with investigating an armored lizard-like insect which was frantically trying to bury itself in the sand, the three-colored male snorted loudly as he sensed Platinum calling to him. There was a snap of his jaws as they closed over and crushed the insect, and then his head came up to find the source of the call.
::Whatwho?:: he wanted to know, a small bulge traveling down the lenght of his throat as he swallowed his prey. It was also clear that he was annoyed at being distrubed, at the same time as he would really like to find out who the call came from.

The small copper-brown male hissed, startled by the sudden appearance of a dragon that much lager than himself-- and who didn't smell like any of his siblings. Next his head snapped forwards and a small pair of jaws snapped shut well out of reach of Orian's muzzle. However, the sudden movement had unbalanced the dragonling, and with a angry shriek, he tumbled forwards.
Furious at suffering such indignity, the dragonling just about deafened those standing nearby as he howled furiously-- trashing around in a way that would certainly not going to help him get back up at his feet. And with claws and tail flailing, getting near enough to help him was certainly not going to be easy.

Responding to Casseopia's words, the blue and green female-- the largest hatchling of the clutch, slowly turned and she carried herself with a unmistakeable air of arrogant aloofness. A pair of silvery-green eyes blinked, and then the hatchling gave Casseopia her full attention-- her head turning back and forth as she studied the dragoness.
::Look similar, somewhat:: she said, shifting her head to look at herself before communicating a mental image of herself standing beside Casseopia.

OOC: the lithir dragons delivered their messages and departed before anyone could notice them.

IC.
Stretching lazily, the cobalt female purred as she stretched out at the warm sand-- spreading her wings as well to catch as much of the suns heat as possible. Certainly she had heard Jacob speaking to her, but why go to him when he could come to her?
And besides, laying on the sand like this was so much better than to make the effort to move across it. With a wide yawn, the cobalt and crystal female turned a glittering eye towards Jacob-- making her thoughts clear to him, including that something to eat would be nice.

In the meantime, the tabby male-- who was about medium-sized for a male hatchling, arched his neck to sniff at the air. But then, upon hearing Heluar speak to him, he zeroed in on her with almost uncanny accuracy.
And moving across the sand with more steadyness than most of the other hatchlings, he wasted no time in attacking her shoes.

Kit had already told everyone the message and ask who wanted to come. The two sisters said they wished to come but so did Rohan their brother. Kit decided to let her children go, with Elta and Orla watching over their brother.

They appeared right above the cliffs and dived down. Their forms that of small Filts swooped into the entrance and settled before returning to their true forms. Elta and Orla watched Rohan and smiled. He had come a long way since his birth. They entered and bowed to those gathered. Elta stopped as she saw the Metallic green and blue female. She opened her mind to the hatchling and let her see what was in there. Orla held her brother by his shoulders and looked round. She smiled and bent down, "Rohan you see that Metallic copper-brown male. Open your mind to him and talk"

Rohan looked at his sister and glupped. He looked towards the hatchling and opened his mind, **Hello, My name is Rohan. How are you?**

Just a OOC update.


1. Metallic crimson female. Goldflecked paws and belly. (By Aithen)
2. Metallic bronze/grey/black tabby male. (By Heluar)
3. Metallic white male. Bronze spines and horns.
4. Metallic green and gold male(by Marken). Metallic black and copper female.
5. Metallic orange male. Lightly marbled with metallic yellow.
6. Metallic cobalt blue male.
7. Metallic cobalt blue, purple and red male. (By Platinum)
8. Metallic cobalt blue female. Crystalline horns, spines and claws. (By Jacob)
9. Metallic crimson male. Copper 'diamonds' at his spine. (Reserved)
10. Metallic green and blue female. Silver horns and claws. (By Casseopia)
11. Metallic copper-brown male. Metallic black stripes. ( By Orian )
12. Metallic yellow male.

Recent events had left many among the Bondling Islanders had left few prepared for such an important hatching. Diayna'Turian was assisting Michael who was having a difficult time adjusting to being a kailerthern bond himself, Michael'Akili. The red, black and copper Akili was very proud of her choice and couldn't understand why Michael was having such trouble. But she knew she'd been right and so with the guidance of Turian was able to be patient, not an easy thing in any youngster.

A sudden chill breeze from outside was part of this as the tigerdragon Jose learned to use his icemagic by chasing his bond-siblings the Pyry’Lorccan dragons twilight Chiara and white opal Byrne. Catdragons Aldora and Dontien watched greatful for their own thick coats of fur and that they had bonded dragonlings that all liked the cold.

Occupied as they were it was rather easy for the messenger to sneak in and leave its package. Michael'Akeeli found it sitting on the kitchen table. "Diayna love meet me outside," Michael called as he finished reading. *Oooh this is going to be fun. We are going arn't we?* Akili asked eagerly. By meeting outside he was able to inform the catdragons as well as Diayna'Turian. Though they all wanted to attend the catdragons chose to stay and watch over their current young bonds. Voleta was happy to take care of her tigra bond-sister, which left Diayna'Turian and Michael'Akili to attend. *I do hope we're counted as one each... after all there is only one physical presence...* Turian observed...
Michael grinned. "I'm sure we'll all make it fine." The Ralsen took to his winged form and his travel staff appeared in his hand and he seemed almost aglow in magic. There was a slight stumble as they reappeared whether from the change in control of the transport or the affects of changes within Michael'Akili it didnt' matter... as they had made it safely.

They stared in wonder at the gleaming hatchlings. Akili was attracted to the unique metallic white with the bronze horns and spines.. Michael chuckled because he had to agree that he definately stood out among his more darkly mettalic siblings. *Greetings we are Michael'Akili...* they said together. Diayna'Turian rejoiced within at seeing the pair finally so in tune. *Well now Turian shall we offer a home?* Diayna asked. *I do rather like that copper and black lovely... but the orange with that yellow marbling certainly stands out....* Finding themselves torn they sent only tentative thoughts in the directions of the two hatchlings... *Afterall it is their choice,* Turian said agreeing to Diayna's choice.

Inwardly amused at the three coloured male's annoyed but curious tone, Platinum called out both vocally and mentally.
"I am sorry to have disturbed you little one, but you are so beautiful i couldn't help myself"
She bowed to the little dragonet.
"I do, however, have with me a selection of foods should you wish to try some"
Just then she heard a commotion behind her and half turned to see what happened! She caught a glimpse of Orion falling over, staring in shock at a little Copper brown male who was making more noise than Orion was capeable of making! Undecided, she turned between the two and then heard Casseopia.
*Leave it to him my dearest one, he will soon try to fix this situation* then with some amusement *and I will help him too*
Reassured, Platinum turned back to the hatchling, awaiting his answer.

Orion was completely shocked! He had just put his nose down to greet the little hatchling, when it tried to bite him, fell over and started screeching!!!
Taken aback, he tried to move back, tripped himself with his tail and landed with a bit of a thud!
*Try staying at that level dear.* Casseopia called *After all, he is small and you ARE rather large!*
Orion knew that his bondmate was mostly right and stayed lying on his stomach.
*Little one, I am sorry to have scared you* he sent, but the little male continued to howl. Thinking fast, he decided on the only course left to him. Remembering his singing seemed to have calmed other frightened or upset hatchlings, he decided to sing!
*Little one i have food here and i will sing for you if you would like*
Hoping it would work, he lifted his head and started to sing, a lilting melody that conjured feelings of happiness, wellbeing and great joy.
Still singing, he watched the little hatchling, upset that he had frightened him so badly.

Watching her mate Casseopia hoped he would be ok, she sent soothing thoughts towards the little male, then looked down at the female who had just sent her the most charming picture!
*Yes dear, you are right, we ARE somewhat similar! I however am the sligh-*test*-('") bit larger than you, arent I* and she smiled down at the little female *You have the most beatiful colours, you know! And your horns are so striking*
She glanced quickly at her singing bondmate, then smiled again.
*He always was a clutz you know!* she said to the little female *ut for all that i wouldn't change him for the world! I have food here, would you like something to eat sweetheart?*
She awaited the dragonet's reply, watching her bondmate and rider interacting with the others, then curled her tail round her feet.

Aithen laughed with joy as the crimson female batted at the food he was holding. *Of course you may have this pretty girl,* he answered her. As he did so he also took a few steps forward and knelt in the sand right in front of her. Putting the meat into the palm of his hand he held it under the little girl's muzzle when she took it from him his heart stopped for a moment. He always felt a little overwhelmed with love at hatchings and there was something mysteriously beautiful about these particular hatchlings that made the feeling even more intense. Once the little girl was finished with the first piece of food he had offered Aithen asked, *Would you like more?* as he asked this he also sent an image of one of the baskets they brought filled with food.

Marken only briefly noted that the black and copper female ignored him before his attention was stolen back to the green and gold male. *Yes young one, I most certainly am different,* Marken sent to the green and gold male who was sniffing at him. To show the hatchling just what he meant Marken held out his hand and let the change start to take his hand back to its more natural draconic form. Blue scales began to appear on the human hand, the fingers began to stretch and the fingernails became sharp talons. Marken hoped that even seeing this wouldn't scare away the small male and he sent images of himself in dragon form teaching the youger male to fly and hunt to show him how their life together could be.

"I'm late." Hotaru mumbled dully. The girl sat silently, a scrap of paper in her hand. "Tomoe, you should have told me when this arrived." She added, quietly. The girl beside her figetted nervously. Carefully she reached for Hotaru's mind, attempting to brighten her mood without her realizing. "We'll be fine- It's not over yet." She told her 'friend' with a small smile. "C'mon- Please?" She added, turning the attached crystal over and over in her hands. As Hotaru gave a small nod, she smiled.

Unsure of what to do, both grasped the crystal. No further instructions had been given after all. And apparantly, that was enough. In an instant, the two were suddenly gone, off to who knew where.

"They're adorable!" Tomoe squealed, as Hotaru blinked for a moment, clearing her head. "Oh, look!" Hastily she dug into the bag she was rarely ever without.

Remembering again why she didn't normally travel with Tomoe, Hotaru moved before her. "Don't you dare feed it- It might not like that, or take it as a bribe. In addition, we don't know if it's the creature we're here for, or if it's parents will appreciate our prescence- For all we know they must approve people." With a sigh, she glanced at the metallic white male to whom Tomoe spoke. He had bronze spines and horns, she noted, wondering what that meant.

"Don't be silly- He's friendly. Aren't you?" Tomoe added, cooing softly. Ignoring Hotaru's snort, she held out a hand, a slice of meat within it. "Here." She added, and Hotaru gazed at her, wondering if she was about to be short a hand. The girl was ready to yank Tomoe back if there was any danger.

Deciding there wasn't- Tomoe could charm anyone as far as she knew, with her honestly good intentions- There was no one less suspicious- She glanced around her. Others seemed to be speaking to the creatures as well. Feeling slightly out of place, she glanced around. Another male, metallic cobalt blue, caught her eyes. Respect clear on her face she nodded to him, made no move to approach him however.