The arrival of the others struck Zelena as anything but coincidental. What did they all have in common that tethered them to this point? The enigmatic entity before them was unlikely to disclose such details. Ignorance is an unsatisfactory thing, one that beset her mind with annoyance. Those bicolored and glowing eyes studied Casimir as he responded with a quip. The joviality wouldn't persist; the words of the others deferred it. Most of the profiles were known, yet the cradled equine stood out due to unfamiliarity. Zelena wondered if she could convince the amalgamation between man and beast to subject herself to experimentation. The centaur was an oddity, a tchotchke that, under most circumstances, would have been inundated with a string of inquisitions. Providentially for Lyra, now wasn't the juncture for the octopi to slake her thirst for knowledge. An epiphany that brought with it a faint mewl of disappointment. "Curious. Many come, drawn by the episode or artifact. The mutual link remains unknown. Most infuriating." She paused, her tendrils stroking her chin as Zelena's speech went off at a tempo three times that of most people. "Greetings and all good. But it should have waited—no time to talk when there is science to do. The host is studying us like insects in a jar. I've been doing the same—must resume menacing staring contest." The cephalopod sighed before staring into the entity's eyes, refusing to blink until it did. "Nice to see everyone. Glad to see no visible short-term effects from the light. Although, I can't promise there will be no long-term ones. I've considered many during my research. Speaking of, Watari, Hypothetically, how fertile is your sister." She inquired, offering Casimir a quick look and a wink. Zelena groused after as she realized she had lost the game. No longer immersed by the noiseless and brooding silhouette, Zelena roved her eyes at the centaur. It wasn't fair. Another had never held her. The fact the mare had procured a reproductive life partner implied her malfunction ran more profound than the surface. After all, if one "monster" could procure a subject with the fine biological hallmarks forerunning the pedigree of their progenitive capabilities, why couldn't she? "Wife? Maybe this is a bachelorette party? I jest, unlikely to be the case. Irregardless, congratulations. I'm not sure what consequence interspecies fornication might render. Curious to find out though..." She drifted into thought while rubbing those tendrils together. That green from envy subsided, given there were more pressing matters. Her wandering eyes quickly studied Florentina's lonely nether tentacle. Fortunately, she observed no manifestations of possible venereal afflictions. Still, it could be incubating. Whatever the Diva put in her water, it stimulated the male genitalia. A growing hypothesis given that both the giantess and her felid companion lacked control over their lesser propensities. Maybe she could weaponize it? If so, Zelena would dub it the horny bomb. Her mind wandered down that track as she waited for the ominous one to do something besides loitering menacingly in the background.

Zelena was disappointed by the results of the little experiment. She had theorized that by confiding in another, she'd feel a pittance of relief. However, there was no solace obtained. Instead, she felt vulnerable and wondered if the epiphany of her dark past altered Casimir's opinion of her. Naturally, the octopus wouldn't inquire, as she derived a semblance of peace from ignorance. An odd conclusion given her insatiable appetite for information. Nevertheless, some data was best left undiscovered, or so she hypothesized. Casimir's gratitude for her divulgence perplexed the maiden. What had she done to merit appreciation? A line of thought that steered Zelena's astute mind to ponder if there was an ulterior motive. As if there were some unknown variable that might explain away his inquisitiveness. Her scatterbrain wouldn't be endowed with much time to mull over such introspection. It emerged that her little quip might have stoked offense within the man. And it left the emerald sphinx flummoxed. How could she rectify the situation, or better yet, should she even bother? Zelena would resign herself, ultimately giving up on her pursuit to quantify social interactions. Instead, she'd elected to just throw her feelers in the air in defeat and introduce a degree of chaos theory. "Dashing? Perhaps not. Although that's considering your original form meets such a criteria- a bold assumption. But one with some precedence, given you've managed to procreate within my abode. Question, did you at least clean up your filth? I'd hate to touch some surface of my dwelling only to taste the foul elixir of bodily juices." She questioned, now feeling a tad paranoid. Where had the pair fornicated? What, if any surface, was clean? So many questions, all of which were quite disconcerting. "Boon? The kelp is always greener on the otherside. It has its advantages; but many drawbacks. Example, self intoxication via a libation of choice isn't possible. The experimentation of psychedlics also proved ineffective. And Florentina's obsession with jungle herb will forever elude me. Chemically I get the appeal from a formula perspective. But the experiences they offer, let's just say that's alien." She elaborated, only to tap one of her tentacles on her chin as she was lost in thought. Zelena quickly returned to the moment, those eyes watching as Casimir approached the relic. She could have warned him but decided against it. Whatever the possible short-term or long-term effects of interacting with the device were unknown. And Casimir's curiousness might supply much-needed effulgence on the topic. The cephalopod stayed muted, taking mental notes as the stray touched the instrument. At first, nothing happened, which admittedly disappointed the octopi. "You fail to comprehend the gravity of unprotected intercourse. Things that have no effect among one species can prove disasterous to another. Whose to say there isn't some sort of mold in your urethra thats beneficial for you. However, to woman of this word might trigger a reaction? It was reckless." She scolded the man before walking over as her tentacles stretched out and gathered two books. Zelena dropped them on the table next to him. "Bed time reading. The material here should educate you on the dangers of procreation. I expect a report in a few days." Zelena spoke plainly, only to have her attention grabbed by the new colors the artifact emitted. "That's new...Should we be excited or alarmed?" The answer to that question would quickly present itself. The two would be hit by a massive pulsation of energy that spread outward in a spherical shape. The light it produced raced through her home and across the breadth of the continent. Those who had been exposed to it would find themselves falling unconscious, while those who didn't would be left most bewildered. When they came to they'd feel weightless and surrounded by a blackened backdrop. "Dead? No...unless you can get excited in the afterlife?" A loud slap echoed as the octopus flogged herself to be sure. "Pain. Yes, not dead. Dream? Convergence? End of time?" She muttered out loud only for the others to appear. Watari, Florentina, and Valerna would soon materialize. And ahead of them, from the nothingness two pairs of eyes erupted with the fury of many sols. "Crude constructions of flesh and bone. You contact my mind, utterly clueless and abscent of understanding." Zelena paused as she pondered what exactly was the source of that speech. "A prerecorded magical interface?" Zelena whispered, "You penetrate an existence so far beyond your own you cannot even visualize it. I'm outside of your cognition. I am monarch." The voice came from all directions at once and echoes. The speech was devoid of emotion. Almost as if the entity regarded this meeting as irrelevant. Zelena blinked before leaning in to whisper to Casimir. "I don't think this is an interface..." The octopus concluded rather worryingly.

The cephalopod visibly loured in objection. Zelena had expected that the revelation would have sufficed. Undoubtedly it was considered universally bad form to prod given the subject matter. However, Casimir seemed intent to uncover more particulars regarding the miserable episode. A chapter of Zelena's life she would never fully close. The remnants of such an incident left her in a constant state of turmoil. The psychological scars of which were destined never to fade. The astute octopi paused, her eyes tapered as they faintly pulsated. What inspired the feline's inquisition? It didn't seem to come from empathy alone. It was almost as if the rogue had some sort of investment. Could it be their time together had formulated such a bond? Zelena was most skeptical concerning the soundness of such a hypothesis. Casimir's initial interaction and subsequent ones defied such a picture. If that assertion demonstrated inapplicable, what then was the purpose behind this line of questioning? The emerald sphinx soughed, her feelers interacting with various instruments as she pondered what to do. Could Zelena trust this stranger? Was it prudent and healthy to discuss the matter? Or would it discolor the scoundrel's perception of her? Outwardly she was obviously ruminating. But Casimir couldn't imagine the amount of variable swirling within that otherwordly cranium of hers. "Garnot was an offworlder. I saved him from being experimented on. I welcomed the man into my home and educated him regarding the desert. I was sixteen then, on my eighteenth birthday, when I was stricken with grief, he forced himself on me. My father died, and he saw it as a window to make me a real woman. He stole both my innocence and value as a woman that day. Sometimes, I still feel him trying to force my reproductive enzyme from my tendrils." Zelena shuttered, her eyes looking over as Casimir assumed his cat form. She wasn't perturbed and seemed most disinterested. How sad; it seemed this foreign ability wouldn't resolve her major malfunction. A pity. Still, she reasoned it was best to continue to assuage the felid's curiosity. "The years blur together. But one thing is clear, the pain and trauma never subsides. Not fully. Tried self medication, no effect on account of my biology." She nodded before stepping over and inspecting the animal form Casimir had donned. "Is that all? I was expecting something more...intriguing? I suppose it has its uses. But you seem to give up a lot to strutt around in such an inferior form. Doesn't matter. Thank you for showing me. I'm sure I can think of an application for a theorum." She nodded before poking Casimir's nose with the top of one of her tentacles. "I see no issues. After all, wasn't I meant to tutor you? Plus, if you set off an explosion, the results might be worth annotating. Never know what data it might produce..." Zelena paused before presenting the feline with an awkward smile. "I'm joking. Sorta. All data useful. But friendship more valuable. Or...so i've been told. Wait? Are we friends? Is it bad to ask that question? Need more information; I hate fumbling in the dark." Zelena tilted her head as the acorn pulsated. Her eyes looked over at that infernal artifact. "Interesting, last time it did that was when Florentina was in the room. She was beratting me. Something about not paying attention. Can't be sure. I was distracted at that moment. Curious what causes that effect, let alone if it means much." Her feeler reached and tosses Casimir a paper to sign. "Formality and legal stuff. It basically says in the event of an incident that I and the other parties involve are not liable. Also, I should warn. I don't know what effects the light that thing is emitting might have. I've considered infertility. But my eggs are fine. Wonder if it affects sperm? Regarding Lady Myan, I need to make sure she is ok. Unprotected and premaritial fornication dangerious. Especially with an offworlder. Who knows what venereal disease might result from your lewd thrashings. If you wish, I can provide some literature regarding safe intercourse."

Predicament? The cephalopod pondered in silence where the alleged dilemma originated. Her vast intellect didn't take long to hone in on the source. Casimir appeared distraught with the consequences of his actions. Could it be that the felid was used to haphazardly engaging in premarital fornication without effect? If so, it explained why he got along with Florentina. The two likely engaged in nightly rituals of unimaginable debauchery. The octopus wondered if she should inform Myan of the rogue's regret. Ultimately, she aired against such a course of action. Not because she cared for their relationship. But because the scientist yearned to study the potential offsprings the two might produce. Casimir was an enigma, a riddle desperately mewling to be solved. And Zelena intended to wiggle her dexterous noddles into his mind to extract all relevant data. Such was her penchant for exploration and discovery. "I see. Just a fox girl. Feline not good with the opposite gender. Becareful; such words might hurt her. Illadvised if your goal is a long and fulfilling life." She warned, nodding along as the man praised her attempt a communication. Despite his lecherous hankerings, Casimir seemed alright. But Zelena learned long ago to be cautious of those motivated by hedonism. "I knew a man who was guided by carnality. Garnot, immortal human, the blonde knight. He forced himself on me. He tried to extract my enzyme via oral stimulation. I know the pain of being used. Men seem oblivious to how fragile our value as women are. I recommned giving it a try. Who knows, maybe it will be a happy accident. I've witnessed far stranger things." Zelena hoped that would be enough to calm the man. However, she doubted it would do much. The inquisitive abomination withdrew her tendrils as they tapped against the table. Their banging was rhythmic, following the same beat of that song she sung earlier to compose herself. A far from subtle look into her discomfort. That reaction likely resulted from the sheer recalling of that mortal's name. The visible shaking desisted while her groomed brows unfurled. Something Casimir had utterly piqued her interest. Transformation magic? Could she learn this unknown field to become beautiful? Was it possible with enough practice that she could appear normal? It sounded farfetched. Nevertheless, there was a certain appeal to the notion. Zelena had to press him, she wouldn't sleep otherwise. "Transformation magic? Unknown terminology unless referring to morphology? The ability to shift to a werebeast form? Otherwise, no. Please, elcuidate. I must know more. The ability to look acceptable is too good to be true. I'm tired of being ugly. It would be nice to walk up to children without the fear of them screaming." She stressed with a hint of desperation. "I could use many things to coerce. Not my style. I prefer a more clinical and forthright methodolgy. Regardless, you may endeavor to exploit that information. Just do so away from me. I'd rather not go splat. My reserach shows its quite painful and most inconvienent. Death can wait, much work to do. And no one else qualified to do it." She exclaimed before stepping off to the acorn that hummed ever so softly. "Forgetfulness is a luxury. It seems my kind can vividly pull up any memory. Neetlesome trait, but it does have its usefulness. Tell me, was Lady Myan a lackluster mate? Typically animals don't waste a fertile and willing partner. Judging by her biological hallmarks I'd assume not. Still, it seems many look for "deeper" elements within their co-progenitor. I don't get it. It's an incomprehensible variable that doesn't fit within my models. But I applaud you for maintaining control. The worse possible outcome of rejection is likely the flinging of books. If you do refute Lady Myan's value. Please do so outside my library or workstations. I'd hate to have to engage the nozzle." She forewarned before turning and facing Casimir with a smile. "It's settled. I will accept you as a lab assistant. I will have a coat ready for you. I only need your dimensions."

Zelena didn't know how to respond to that comment. She had never been gifted anything. Ever since she was a child her father kept her locked in a study away from the world. She had heard and read of such generosity but never imagined someone would regard her as reputable. Her life was one of adversity and strife. However, things started looking up ever since she happened across Florentina. The diva, while a bit crude was honest and never viewed her with ostensible contempt. Casimir asserted himself as one of her operatives. Or, that's what Zelena took away from the introduction. Was it possible she had found what she always wanted since she was a child? A home and the chance to formulate bonds? Could all that suffering now be at an end? The octopi was beside herself, that acute mind grappling in silence. Regrettably, she knew silence would lead to offense. So the scientist would respond, albeit as fast and jarring as ever. "Good question. I've experimented to see if such deficiencies are inherent to my design. Thankfully, all tests were negative. I suppose mother built me well." She paused before offering a series of quick yet exaggerated nods of assurance. "Gift? You see me worthy of such a thing? Most unorthodox. Forty years and not once has this occurred. Intrigued, yet terrified. Not dismissing it, no, no, no. That would be most rude. Bring whatever, I'm not picky." The tendrilled dame paused, hearkening to the feline's ramblings. Those perceptive spheres gauging his reaction. Interesting, the shock seemed genuine. More evidence supported her hypothesis. No, the designation of hypothesis didn't fit anymore, it had moved onto a working theory. Perhaps she could ask for samples when the subject was less riled. Who knows what secrets his alien biology might offer? A sentiment that remained most appealing throughout their little exchange. Her feelers tentatively reached out, rubbing behind the cat's ears. A soothing motion that worked on her children. Zelena did so both out of compassion and inquisitiveness. Casimir was always under a microscope. Naturally, she kept up her guard. No telling what bacteria this vaulter might carry. Never mind that the last two offworlders had sexually violated her. A tidbit she'd eventually reveal. Perhaps over tea? Zelena shook her head at that though. She had no tea, but Myan did. Would it be rude to employ her natural camouflage to procure some? A moral conundrum, one put to rest as she had to further console the bewildered man. "Be careful. Nokhoi are very prideful. Resilient too. Seen them survive insurmountable odds myself. Proof that life always finds a way. Onto dilemma. Watari is a good man. Boring, handsome, of fine stock, but good all the same. Matsumota is bloodthirsty. But values family and honor. Not in danger, not unless you hurt lady Myan." She reasoned, even if some of those statements were speculative she'd present them as fact. "Wouldn't joke. Poor taste. Uncivilized and bad for relationships. Nokhoi isn't like other races. Their view is different. Noble is often hereditary. Theirs is merit. Myan is top vulpine because she is resourceful and cutthroat. Also bears the fine hallmarks of progenitive capabilities. Curious if compatible, given the species divide. Regardless, it will be most engrossing to monitor." Zelena added before retracting her suction cups from Casimir. Her pupils inspected the room before resting on that acorn. "She deems you as worthy. Why? I dare not guess. Too little data. Presents herself as a strumpet. But I see through the illusion. Traditional and lonely. I know this." She purposefully left out how she reached such a conclusion. It didn't seem pertinent to the grieving husband. "Question, this dance. How do I do? Studied the theory, but never succeeded in the application. I got close once. Ended with children screaming. Bad day, very bad day. Sad that even at their most innocent period, I'm still beheld as a beast. Troubling, but maybe I could remedy it. Maybe create a way to disguise myself. Look normal, beautiful, acceptable. Illusion magic? No, no, no. Too cost intensive. Couldn't move as well. There I go rambling. I stop now. Mind working too well it seems. Question though. Florentina, anything different about her? Symptoms or quirks that seem unusual? Perhaps rapid growth or new ligaments sprouting? Worried for her. She won't let me examine her." Zelena looked side to side before leaning to whisper. "Afraid of needles. Funny, don't tell. Can't guarantee long life if you do." She warned.

The feline's distaste toward paperwork took Zelena aback. The alien entity found it soothing, a great time to reflect and recompose herself. Some might say she was a workaholic. She fancied the term dedicated to her craft. No matter the stint, the cephalopod selected it over the silence. Perhaps that's why she esteemed Florentina. That giant was a brute, but that woman was professional and valued her line of work. Enthusiastically Zelena raised her feelers and hands, moving them about to convey that wasn't her intent. That she feasibly may have misspoken. Perish the thought that her guest gathered she was negligent or resentful of her obligations. That particular look wouldn't do and could only diminish her reputation. "Politicians. Not my type. They squander too much time. Never quick to regulate and even slower to put into action. Paperwork is relaxing. Something about quill scribbling against papyrus: does good for my soul." The animate octopus nodded as she looked down to inspect where the plate had smashed to bits. "Pity. Good brownies. You would have liked it. I slaved hard. Took up baking and cooking—good skills, very therapeutic. Interesting you weren't hungry. Must be an alien trait?" She hypothesized, once more scratching her chin. Zelena mulled over Casimir's remarks regarding those infernal lacerations. "Caustic food results in a burn. Interesting. Fair share? An avid reader? What books did you prefer in your world? I hope it wasn't the ones with pictures." She jested. The octopus felt more at ease the more she prattled. Zelena wasn't used to someone engaging in conversation this long. It was the perfect time to experiment with amassing more data. Maybe this house cat might supply the missing variable within her equation. The lady of the house repeatedly blinked as Casimir referred to her relationship as cute. It made sense. The simpleton didn't know. She doubted it would benefit her little investigation even if he became cognizant of it. The man's uncomfortable state reared itself while she hovered close. Had she violated his personal bubble? A viable explanation, so she favored circumspection and took a few steps back. "Exceedingly so. Very intricate. I learned much. It's how I know you still aren't comfortable. Curious. If my proximity offends. Why do you beam and joke right after? Deflection? Mask? A coping mechanism? Curteousy to acclimate to my feelings? See! The mind never still. Always wanders! It always must solve the puzzle." Zelena cleared her throat while one of her feelers suctioned onto a towel and dangled it in front of Casimir's face. "Glitter betrays partner. Please don't fret. I get the appeal. She has the hallmarks of a mate in her prime, and the signatures that emphasize her fertility are abundant. Secret safe with me. Must clean house later. Genetic material unsanitary. Your otherwordly bacteria could have profound effects." She paused, "On second thought, maybe a sample?" Zelena angled her head and smiled. "I'm joking." She lied. "Premarital fornication not accepted within Nokhoi society. Especially of a lady of that standing. Very wealthy, very influential. Assiduous, like me. It's good you made love under this roof. She funded the lab, which is technically hers, until I finish my research. Cute couple. I look forward to watching your marriage develop—most enthralling. I must train you. So you can aid your wife. She is the sister of a good friend. We grew up together. Her brother is the general of the verdant forces. Again, influential. A house with great historical significance. Curious how the mother fox will react. The last time she got mad, she executed an entire town. Dark but necessary, given potential developments from an arithmetic point of view. I digress. I need to stop rambling." Zelena stated before looking over at the acorn. The eldritch artifact was already solved. She was waiting to dispatch word to the queen. Naturally, being a very busy octopus, she may have had a habit of overlooking such unimportant details. "Lab safe...probably. Did my best. Impossible to account for stupidity. I've tried, but one can't precisely quantify infinity." She quipped.

The tinkerer returned to her work. That mind fired off at a rate inconceivable to the lesser races. Zelena's feelers wrapped around instruments, stirring concoctions and scribbling the results in her logbook. Periodically she'd veer her eyes to the felid man as he swept up the fragments. It was good to know if he wasn't pupil material, Casimir could procure gainful employment as a custodian. She hypothesized that he must have had similar duties before vaulting between macrocosm. The emerald squid was bewildered. Why did Casimir stay? Didn't she supply him with an ample excuse to excuse himself? Zelena remained silent until the scoundrel remarked on her song. Could he be a man of science and, thus, culture? Doubtful, he didn't appear much brighter than a ysstmar. But at least he smelled better. However, she pondered if that was on account of Myan's chosen scent. "Mind must remain busy. Work, much work to do. Little time. Many depend on me. Failure to meet deadlines can be catastrophic. Nevermind the paperwork." She stated with a visible shudder. The octopi had heard Casimir's crack at an apology. It did alleviate her fears to a degree. It wasn't enough to make the socially inept woman feel at ease. Nonetheless, she had to try something. Luckily she had been formulating possible responses. A series of invisible equations firing off in her mind. The scientist endeavored to limit the potential replies to a handful before speaking. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time to vet them all—her life story . "Apology. Most unexpected. Typically others throw rocks. You didn't bring stones...did you?" She paused her work. A feeler stroked her chin as she arched that brow to express curiosity. Zelena was not joking, as evident in how frankly she depicted her thoughts. The mentioning of reading material did much to coax the octopus from her self-inflicted mental abuse. A string of comments highlighting how incompetent and dumb she must have seemed. "Indubitably! Books are amazing. They're bereft of insidious objectives and don't harm you. Well, minus papercuts. Nasty afflictions. Be thankful you don't have tentacles. Bad combination, very bad." She paused, titling her head while trying to catch Casimir's eyes. "Too many options. Not enough time. A thorny question you pose. My favorite would be the textbook I had as a child. It was about beetle breeding rituals. Helpful, it got me my first husband. Besides that, I learned the art of conversation from a book. Riveting read. Quite engrossing. Did you know that most communication is nonverbal? Most fascinating." Zelena inched closer, her eyes scanning his body as she searched for any rocks. "Thank you. I know I'm hideous. I appreciate your feigning of kindness. But you don't have to stay. It would be immoral and rude to force." She paused, her feelers sleeking her green mane back as she smiled. "I'll train you. Been awhile since I had an apprentice. Last one exploded. Long story. Don't worry, I've idiot proofed my lab." She lied with a nod.

The felid's body language served as the telltale sign that he felt a smidgen of discomfort. That precursor indicated an inescapable chemical reaction. A sequence of events was an all too familiar portent. Zelena had seen it countless times, the expression of revulsion mixed with fear. An augury she didn't need divination to spot—a standard and distressing change in events that materialized as immune to her sincerest of efforts to quelch. One that brought with it a somber tugging of her three hearts. The tendriled maiden was befuddled. Bereft of joy as those bicolored jewels pulsated a soft yet rhythmic glow. Could it be the brownies were not to his liking? A pity. She was convinced that her baking skills were commendable. Zelena weighed futilely to discern a way to circumvent the imminent episode. Regretfully, it appeared there were some equations, not even she could find the solution. Something that vexed the cephalopod as she had come to rely on her brightness to weather many encumbrances. The roving of Casimir's eyes toward the most immediate escape crippled Zelena's spirit. Her feelers drooped from the emotional drubbing as she dropped the plate. The abomination retreated to her table as her skin altered to match its hue and texture—a habit perpetuated to obfuscate her anxiety. The brownies were now on the floor, mixed within the fragments of that platter. She'd remain muted, her mind rummaging to locate the causation. The effect was indisputable, but the source remained frustratingly elusive. The octopus watched to see how the feline might respond. Zelena's foci narrowed as they noticed the glitter on Casimir's face. Like stars, they twinkled under the dim light of her lair. She knew who the man had deflowered. No doubt Matsumota would be most displeased that her daughter fell prey to this scoundrel while under her roof. The man was an utter deviant, evident in his refusal to accept her hospitality. That gesture was bestowed as an olive branch—a mode to break the ice and facilitate a budding relationship. What folly to cling to such radical dreams. Fantasies where she might be seen for who she is instead of labeled by her exterior. Zelena felt stupid. Why did she suction onto the notion of goodness within the hearts of others? They mostly used her, often in unspeakable ways. Such abuse left marks, not on the body, but on her psyche. Casimir's injunction for instruction would have filled her hearts with gaiety. But bitterness resided where mirth should have bloomed. Notwithstanding his objective disdain, the abuser still yearned to appropriate her. He was but another soul that designated her as an object or tool for their solipsistic gain. How demoralizing that he arrived under the alleged directive of Florentina. A dynamic of this little exchange that was most woeful. "Tutelage? Bad time? No need for deception. I see through it. The obstacle placed is one-sided. I've grown accustomed to this. Do you wish for me to say no? Justification for your retreat? Most disheartening." She added, her tentacles fiddled around with various objects—a poor camouflage to hide her mortification. "Repugnance. I see it. I feel it. I'm a subject—a curio. Understood. Message received. This exchange is over. You may go. Don't worry; I have my books and research. They're friendlier, unlike big meanies. Never judge, never lie, always objective." She presented a half smile before reaching out a lone tentacle to lessen the illumination. "Must remain busy—best this way. Sorry that the result wasn't what you wanted. The story of my life." A heft sigh followed as the octopus began to break out in a soft yet theatrical song. "There's Hydrogen and Helium Then Lithium, Beryllium Boron, Carbon everywhere Nitrogen all through the air With Oxygen so you can breathe And Fluorine for your pretty teeth Neon to light up the sky Sodium for salty times Silicon (Phosphorus, then Sulfur) Chlorine and Argon (Potassium) And Calcium, so you'll grow strong (Scandium) Titanium, Vanadium and Chromium and Manganese This is the Periodic Table Noble gas is stable Halogens and Alkali react aggressively Each period will see new outer shells While electrons are added moving to the right Iron is the 26th Then Cobalt, Nickel coins you get Copper, Zinc and Gallium Germanium and Arsenic Selenium and Bromine film While Krypton helps light up your room Rubidium and Strontium then Yttrium, Zirconium Molybdenum, Technetium (Ruthenium) Rhodium, Palladium (Silver-war) Then Cadmium and Indium (Tin-cans) Antimony then Tellurium and Iodine and Xenon And then Caesium and Barium is 56, and this is where the table splits Where Lanthanides have just begun Lanthanum, Cerium and Praseodymium Neodymium's next to Promethium, then 62's Samarium, Europium, Gadolinium and Terbium Dysprosium, Holmium, Erbium, Thulium Ytterbium, Lutetium Hafnium, Tantalum, Tungsten, then we're on to Rhenium, Osmium and Iridium Platinum, Gold to make you rich till you grow old Mercury to tell you when it's really cold (Thallium) And lead then Bismuth for your tummy (Polonium) Astatine would not be yummy (Radon) Francium will last a little time (Radium) then Actinides at 89 This is the Periodic Table Noble gas is stable Halogens and Alkali react aggressively Each period will see new outer shells While electrons are to the right Actinium, Thorium, Protactinium Uranium, Neptunium, Plutonium Americium, Curium, Berkelium Californium, Einsteinium, Fermium Mendelevium, Nobelium, Lawrencium Rutherfordium, Dubnium, Seaborgium Bohrium, Hassium then Meitnerium Darmstadtium, Roentgenium, Copernicium Nihonium, Flerovium Moscovium, Livermorium Tennessine and Oganesson And then we're done!!!!" A soothing ritual to numb the pain...

The approach of a stranger coming down her staircase disrupted her studies. Zelena remained motionless after shutting her tome as she bathed in the darkness. The sound of a faint clicking and water dripping were the only sounds to bust through the silence. Casimir might discern eyes studying him. However, they weren't the cephalopods. They were that of her living suit and custodian evaluating the subject that wandered into the laboratory. The shadowy outline would melt from the intruder's sight. The ambiance grew ever more eerie as the seconds passed. Zelena moved across the floor. Her skin resembled the porous surface and matched its hue. Those tendrils dragged her along as the distance between the two waned. Nevertheless, that haunting clicking continued, getting louder as the air became ionized. A chill from an indeterminable source could be sensed while Casimir finalized his little curtain-raiser. What manner of man would dare to stymie her research? What reasoning could there be to justify the delay of advancement? The octopus wasn't one for people. She deemed them as dubious regarding their intention and prone to bigotry. Acrimony and abuse were the double A's associated with his lot. Still, there was something peculiar about the man who barged into her lab. The closer she crept, the more her curiosity swelled. Those feelers could taste the air around Casimir, gleaning much. The neurons of the extremities and that of her brain fired off as she weighed many prospects. It wouldn't be long before the form that had melted rose from the ground just ahead of the feline. Those haunting bi-colored eyes stared into his own while her tentacles writhed. Those boneless limbs tubbed against one another as they examined the odors surrounding the subject. Zelena stayed close, maintaining a muted demeanor as those pupils diverged and reformed. The sea of eyeballs within the barnacles affixed to her emerald build held no reservations. They were censorious, along with those optics materializing from within that ever-shifting habilment of flesh. Three oral muscles resembling tendrils clicked, divulging the origin of the persistent audible stimuli. The sea maiden tilted her head, her expression one of intrigue. Thankfully, the still ambiance was broken as the lady spoke. "Feline, Puerskar? No. Too pale. Twin tails. Curious. Kitsune defect spreading? No, no, no. That doesn't make sense. Such genetic abnormalities take time. Seldom appear in one subject. Inbred? Impossible; it doesn't bear the facial hallmarks. Too tranquil to be memorian. Doesn't have the signature of a jinn. Interesting." She paused, her speech firing off at a rate double that of most. "Odor. Semenial fluid, fungi of a female's sex organ. The subject was bred recently. Likely outside or in my home. Submissive? No, too cocky. A courting ritual that's not local to any plausible species. The deportment is also foreign." She purred, stroking her chin with a lone tentacle as she leaned back and hummed while pondering. "All conventional theories are ousted. That leaves only the spectacular. Alien? Off worlder? Yes! That must be it! Eyes two shade, exceedingly rare within mammalians. Coupled with twin tails, too improbable to be coincidental. Manufactured? Artifical? Yet not homunculus. In conclusion, a fabricated organism from another world." She nodded, content in her deductive reasoning, as a feeler reached for a plate and shoved it toward Casimir's chest. "The excessive burning of calories results in appetite. Eat. I made these brownies. Very moist, very delicious, like your partner. Caramel drizzle, chocolate, and powdered sugar. All good for mammalians to replenish their reserves." She continued to speak at a heightened pace as she smiled and nodded. "Casimir? Subjects name? Zelena Timanti, but you knew that. Florentina sent you? Yet you forgot the code word. Peculiar. Spy? Assassin? No, you would be dead by now if so. Perhaps you suffer lapses in your memory. Tell me, do you experience symptoms such as migraines? Do you feel as if periods of time are lost?" Zelena inquired, her mind now considering the possibility of possible venereal outbreaks. After all, an alien entered their world and fornicated with another. If artificial, this would increase the odds. She had considered the possibility the defiled might send such organisms into their world. Exploiting their want for carnal pleasure to serve as a vector to spread their corruption. Granted, Casimir's lack of tentacles defied that theory. Although she pitied him, life must be rough and inconvenient with such finite and limited modes of interacting with the world.

Jasper sat there for a moment as Xib waddled away, stunned into silence as the full situation started to click to the rodent. his anxieties and overthinking having successfully alienated his current best shot at aid. cursing silently under his breath as he works on field dressing the various samples. doubt snapping at his heels as he ruminated on events. Surely, he could attempt to brave the fungal trip again and attempt to converse with the marsh-being again? Perhaps he truly misunderstood the request and situation? he sneered down at his board as diced. "these swamps operate differently than i thought..." the alchemist sighed, stowing the pungent root and standing. if this was a loyalty test, he would simply have to try again, after all- the Rakata had swore an oath to serve the Red Sap and Florentina: and if this mire-being was in fact the Red-Sap itself, he would simply have to confront it again and explain himself better. Xib or No Xib... Though of course, Jasper would have to let himself Detox fully before trying again incase somehow he ends up overdosing. instead jasper would turn and head back the way he came; following the trail of footprints as best he could to return home for now. not willing to risk alienating himself further with the Turizen Sage if he could help it.

Jasper stood for a bit, struck by the sage's words as he thought of how to word his reasoning. ear twitching slightly. "It is more that I promised my complete loyalty to Florentina- you cannot give the Cinnamon to the Father that you have already given to the son. even if they are of the same house." as he speaks, the Rakata plucks as sprig of wild onion from the marshy soil and studies it carefully. separating the greens from the pungent bulbous root. "i could split the bag, and give both part, but would not be giving what I had promised." he pauses to look down to his hands as he halves the bulb with his small knife, wincing at the pungent odor as he buries half in the ground before returning his gaze to the Turizen and bottling the other half. "if i have made a error in judgement, it is because i do not want to risk breaking my word-" he thinks for a second. before adding. "it isn't that i won't serve the interests of the Swamp, if i am asked for anything by one of its denizens i will supply unless ordered otherwise." Admittedly, Jasper was grasping at straws to explain himself. his reasoning was clouded and filled with fear at the time, and words were escaping him now. he meant every word he said but above it all it was Fear that made him say no. fear that he was a minnow being shown the Ocean. and he begged to be returned to the pond.

as the last of the Fungal visions faded from the Rodent's mind, like a thunder crack his mind was abuzz with frenetic thought. equal parts of regret and relief were raging in his head as the surge of adrenaline from this encounter had his heart pounding in his chest. wordlessly he stumbled a bit in place staring at the mire where the dryadic drake descended. faltering in his footing he fell onto his back gazing skyward. "I... I have made a mistake, haven't i? so much knowledge, at the tips of my fingers, and i just..." he blows out a sharp whistle through his teeth- "let it slip away~" he lets out a sad chuckle as he lays in the muck- not seeming to care as he very slowly sinks. "turned down everything i needed because, oh desert sun take me, it was too easy!" Jasper lets out a long, sighing groan as he kneads at his eyes to clear out the gunk before standing again- chunks of peat and mud peeling off his back. "Right... Right, lets, Lets meet this other alchemist of yours..." it takes a moment, but after a moment of beating himself up for squandering an opportunity, he calms down enough to get back to his measured posture and demeanor. dusting himself off and walking over to Xib properly. carefully keeping himself terse for his turzine guide. "Sorry, but things did not work out as planned. i had to refuse as i can't have two masters. i cant give my all to Florentina and the Red-sap if i also serve another." he took a moment to explain all that had happened in his visions as simply as he could. though as he spoke the memories faded like a warm dream freshly awoken. as he finished he found he could no longer describe the elder being beyond its size and stature. with his nerves now settled he nods towards Xib. "So, lead the Way? please keep a slow pace as i will have to catalogue samples as we go- no sense letting a walk to go waste."

Jasper stood there as a branch before the tempest, trying his hardest to fully grasp the meaning of what is being said unto him. the temptations of such vast knowledge being given to him so freely- to do what he was already going to be doing? it seemed to be as though it was too good to be true! and that's where his mind began its revolt. even as clouded as his judgement currently is, the alchemist was all to familiar with the stories of his youth and warnings of such deals. but Imagine the good i could do with such knowledge? untold decades of secret knowledges from such a creature would be invaluable- the tonics and tinctures i could mix for my Allies, the Poisons i could spill forth upon foes? there is more floral diversity in a single day's journey than a fort-night's expedition in the deserts. his curiosity's blackened form dances beyond his vision as the rodent contemplated the offer. At what cost, Jasper, We would be entering an agreement with something that holds all the cards and of which we would have no recourse if it deigned to renege on its deal. there would be no way for us defy it, provided we were even allowed to try! his rational mind railed back. these conflicting thoughts playing across the Rakata's face as his inner turmoil roiled within, ears twitching, eyes jittering in place as the alchemist shook in place. a minute passed before jasper's voice croaked forth, looking up at the verdant draconid with conviction. "I'm sorry, but. i cannot in good faith take a second master. i promised my services, un-deterred, to the Red-Sap, and as much-" his voice grows clearly strained. "as Much as your offer is tempting. i must refuse. it would be rude of me to dress up any further reasons as little more than fear or pride. but it would be greedy of me to take such an offer at face value." the Rakata dips his head low as he takes a few steps back. what remains of his resolve shattering with each step as his legs begin to tremble now that he has said his peace- the myriad fears and emotions began filling the gaps and cracks that bravado and intoxication had once kept full, looking now to Xib for what next to do.

at being directly addressed; the clouded mind of Jasper stirred as the cobwebs of Placebo intoxicants faded away into dust as his mind rushed to make full sense of what was going on. the rakata's eyes darting back and forth with renewed clarity chasing away the fairy-lights of low bloodflow as far too quickly he tries to center himself. but as he comes to grips that he'll be far from his peak performance mentally. the situation he's in comes to his complete attention. what first seemed to be little more than a mass of tangled reeds and moss grew out from the murk- and grew until it revealed a truly colossal dragon looming over the Alchemist. To say that Jasper was afraid would not be dissimilar to accusing the Desert of being Dry; or the Oceans of being Deep. his every instinct screaming at him to flee, to find the nearest hole to dive into, to be every bit as craven as he could to turn tail and cower. but his curiosity had its claws buried deep into his heart and what he was bearing witness to was shattering his every concept of nature. it was not Reverence in the traditional sense; but his every thought in that moment was theorizations on this being's anatomy and properties. he was all too aware that at any moment this great floral beast could end his life in a multitude of ways but his desire to understand kept him firmly locked in place. "Jasper i am-" he stumbles over his own mouth as he shakes his head again to try and shake off the fog in his mind further as his mind sketched every detail it could of this Dryadic Dragon. "Ahem- I, am Jasper. it would be polite of me to give my familial name, but i fear i may have been absent for longer than i can properly understand." he bows his head low in a kneel, all the while his nails dig into the fen instinctively should he attempt to try and bolt for it. "i came here seeking knowledge of these fens and marshes; for I am a stranger to these lands; and have been chosen to serve Florentina and the Red-Sap as an alchemist and herbalist." despite the tremors of fear and occasional pause to collect himself, Jasper sticks to his professional tone. putting everything upfront in the belief that now of all times is the least appropriate to attempt to deceive. words twisted and coiled in his mind unbidden, blackened shades of intrigue tugging at him as his normalcy creeps back into place. and with the deconstructive end of his curiosity returned- bit by bit his gaze sharpened. "I must apologize for my rudeness- but i have truly never met your equal before; but i will keep my questions mercifully few, and beg you to help me understand these swamps so i may help those who will rely on me." his eyes studied inzitkilmeth's form like an artist before a block of marble: visualizing every aspect of it to the best of his sobering mind's ability. the Rakata already plotting a return trip in the future to try and find out more of the mysteries of this particularly peculiar Fen. With a deep breath he continues. perhaps his inhibitions still lowered as further truth came unbidden. "In truth, i fear i have signed on for far more than i am able to provide. so in truth any help is more than i could rightfully ask for." his tail twitched and thumped at the ground as Jasper stood once more upright and awaiting inzitkilmeth's judgement as he struggled to keep his nerves steady. a small part of him worrying that if these sorts of things keep happening he'll be a White-pelt before his time.

with precision, Jasper's tools were again stowed away sans the Mortar; which was being emptied into a small jar as he followed the Turizen. watching how the seer moved amid the marsh, the Rakata imitated: even if in the vain hope it would help him avoid sinking in the marshes as he had on the trip here. it was foolish to believe the entire swamp was so infirm: but the rodent was unsure of his surroundings. and was taking to it so far like a Cat to Bathwater. at the mention of the log having children, Jasper was about to speak, prepared to give the same chiding speech his teacher had for him when he was first learning; but before even beginning the lecture the sage- he had turned to speak in turn, silencing the alchemist as he cautiously caught the fungus- his nails digging into the truffle's flesh. he thought intently on what was said- 'This truffle is eaten for the Experience, opens the mind and eyes' already cataloguing the potential effects and committing its shape and color for memory. in the very least so that he would remember it is Sacred to the Turizen, so if it turned out useful, he would seek permission later to attempt to cultivate it privately. with each mushroom type listed; he would repeat constantly to commit to memory. Red is Poison, Blue Dulls Pain, Green is Food. with this Mantra committed to memory he would nod and take a bite out of the bulbous blue mushroom- trusting implicitly Xib's judgement and wisdom in this. and in truth it was not the first time he has had to eat strange plants to determine it's effects. he chewed slowly as he focused not on the earthy taste or scent, but on the effects it could potentially have on his body. he stood there in silence as he focused on his senses. likely looking like a fool for quite the moment as he chewed and swallowed piece after piece of the large bite he took. bracing for the 'Eye opening experiences' that the turizen had described before taking a seat on the upturned log. he let his mind wander for a moment as grey wisps picked at the edge of his awareness- he felt rather silly, sitting there in the midst of a Swamp, somewhere perhaps hundreds of miles from where he was raised, upon a felled tree; in what may be the spitting image of when he was tricked by one of his brothers in eating his first Cactus fruit in his youth. he chuckled a little to himself at the idea- that a part of his own history repeated itself... no, it Rhymed- then he let out another couple of chuckles. Time Rhymed- Time Rhymed like Thyme and Brine, and now they were growing out like a Grapevine in realtime! he thought at first to share these revelations to Xib, but at once he realized what was starting- he let out a sigh and decided to instead resign himself to the road-trip of the mind he just accepted. struggling to keep a straight face as his internal monologue kept listing off rhymes. "Alright, Xib. i Trust you to keep an eye on me?" a slight tinge of uncertainty struck clear in his voice. as much as he trusted the swamp sage's knowledge, the Alchemist was about to become a non-entity on a mental journey for an unknown period of time. in a swamp he has no experience in. and the last time he had such a trip: he was left in an Oasis to find his way home with his brother and his friends as 'Guides' fresh in his mind.

Jasper lets out a low sigh as he shifts on the log, his tail already unfastening one of the very many pockets in the large pack as he takes it off. without looking away from the Turizen, the Alchemist pulls out a few parts to his lab and a plank of wood to rest on his lap- though judging by the myriad cuts and gouges on its surface this plank in particular was mainly used for cutting things- not serving as a desk. "I work with Florentina. Jorgenskull? i was recruited on that infernal train..." his ears flattened back just mentioning that contraption. a lot of his collection of seeds was left behind. and loathe as he was to admit it, alot of what he encountered there had shaken him to his core. shaking away the wisps of bad memory, Jasper pressed forward with his attempt at garnering good-will. "if you think i am doing this strictly for pay, you are mistaken-" the rat once more lapsing into his hurried speech patterns until he catches himself with a slow breath. "I ask because i work to learn. i have no interest in selling away my knowledge. i only wish to use it for those who would appreciate my craft." it felt wrong to the Rakata. to slow down something as important as the transfer of ideas. but he already assumed that this was just a part of living in his new home. as he explained he would carefully set up the simplest parts of his Mobile workshop- a Mortar and Pestil, and what looked to be a pair of large bowls with a Sieve. carefully he would scrape off some of the bark of the log he sat upon and set it in the Mortar and from one of his flasks he would add in some water. and with a steady and patient hand he would set about attempting to pulp the semi-decayed Bark. "as for why specifically i am here. back at my old home i made Medicines for those who asked, and needed to tell which plants were safe and which were not." he never looks away from his improvised desk as he works, immersed in the task at hand. "i am useless if i do not understand the plants of the area. so i came of my own will so i can learn and do what Florentina asks without fail." there is a bit of Pride in the words he says. though if they are about working with Florentina or about himself it is open to interpretation. but the Rakata simply continues at the milling of the bark until it is evenly pulped and he looks up at Xib. "So, will you help me? or am i to work blindly?" there is no hostility in his tone, but the Alchemist was already preparing to work with or without the Turizen's aid. in truth Jasper would rather have assistance though if his former peers had asked he would staunchly deny. it is one thing to work with Familiar plants and animals and indeed- he was in a completely new area with not even a cursory understanding of what to expect. there is a Craftsman's Pride; but Hubris in alchemy is how apprentices and masters alike die.

Jasper's hopes were at once sunk as he was scolded so fiercely after such an arduous trek between the fens and through the mires. though far from one to restrain frustrations with the environment: right now his anger was more directed inwards. has he truly been away from this world for so long that he had forgotten common decency? with a heavy breath and some effort to pull his sinking legs once more from the muck, the Rakata spoke once more, in slow measured tones. "My Apologies. my name is Jasper. and yes I am seeking to learn more of these swamps." scrabbling his way onto a sturdy displaced log in the waters, the alchemist sat and took a deep breath. his optimism still held that he would gain valuable insight into the various plants, but the prospect of a Rapid exchange was more than sunk. as he sat on the moss-coated lumber, he let his eyes wander through the small glen, what was likely a beautiful resting spot was little more than a garden to the rodent, who's eyes saw ingredients, medicines and potential poisons that needed to be catalogued, memorized, and stored. his heart rate steadied as he was made to take a moment to slow his pace down before continuing. used to frustrations he would play his hand completely straight, not wishing to agitate what may be his best source of information about life in these bogs. and he could not afford to waste such an asset due to cultural divides. "Simply wish to understand more. help make medicines for peoples. avoid making sick if can help it." he picked and chose his words carefully, trying to simplify his choice of words while also slowing down his speech. but being out here on his own was still intimidating to the rat- causing him to instinctively rush his words near the end of each fragment, glancing around even when at ease. too often he was ambushed in his homeland- but in the desert it was easier to see the predators coming as each had their tells. here, amid the lush greenery; ambush was more than likely at any opportunity. and he was more than aware of his vulnerability.

Jasper had to admit defeat- in that he was undeniably, indisputably lost. His time on the train had done him no favors as his stock of medicinal plants and seeds had been left behind. he was back to square zero. but thankfully his time aboard had given him something in return. a new home and gainful employment with the Giantess Florentina and the others. it took some time for the Rakata to figure out all the things that had changed since he first vanished onto that train. and he was not idle during it, coming to terms with the immediate surroundings to help memorize his new swampy home would be far from immediate. still he lugged around his large bag despite the weight of his supplies as he was yet to set up his own lab. but to the rat it simply meant he was free to sample and refine the various plants he came across- as well as gain some much needed exercise. he was truly out of his element and he knew it as he set about on yet another wander through the swamp he now called home. he longed to return to his homeland, to once more rest under the cold sands and feel the pure heat of the desert on his face again. no small part of him would weep if given even a simple cactus fruit for all the memories it would bring. but he had a job he needed to do- and to do it he would have to set about learning all he could of the plants and animals in his home that he had to work with. and knew exactly who to seek out for this. the Turizen Xib was somewhat of a Naturalist as far as Jasper could tell, and he certainly had his own wisdoms to share- but most importantly he was a native to the area and Jasper was woefully of short supply of those whom he could talk to without having to climb a nearby tree to be eye level with. as much as he certainly enjoys the safety that the giants provide- it does prove inconvenient attempting to speak courteously with them as equals. such is why he wandered out into the marshes on his own in search of Xib. they had not spoken much in their time aboard the mysterious train; in fact they had not truly even shared a word- the Rakata too busy in his own head to properly socialize with them. but the respect that Florentina had for him was enough to convince the alchemist to trust him enough for help. and the process of finding him was no small annoyance either, not used to such muddy and sodden terrain jasper had to fasten his robes into a simple tunic as too frequently his muscle memory of running atop the sands led him to trip and sink in the mires and hidden pools. he couldn't run as fast as he was used to, having to carefully plod his way through yet fast enough to not allow himself to sink into the morass. what likely was supposed to be a short walk through the swamp turned into a undignified slog as the Rakata kept getting caught in the various mires in his quest to locate the Turizen sage, and the irritated Rakata knew he would have to do it once more to return. so it is that Jasper's arrival is heralded by angered curses, loud squelches as his feet are fiercely pulled and plunged into the muck, and the slashing of overgrowth as he managed to at last arrive- at once out of breath and equally short of temper. "Now... then, i don't suppose you are Xib? I believe we have not had the chance to properly talk, and as we will be working together, I figure I should get to know you, and these lands, better." his breath coming swift and shallow, showing how unaccustomed he truly was in addition to the exertion of his burdensome lab-pack at his back. his glasses already smeared with mud just from this trek alone yet the vials fastened around his belt and tied tightly to his tail held various samples of the foliage he came across.

No matter where she resided, Zelena never felt as if she belonged. Her grotesque visage was often the focus of ridicule. When she was younger, her father used to say words couldn't hurt her. Yet, the rejection and vitriol she mourned through disproved that assertion. The Verdant Dynasty was far more welcoming than the desert. Nevertheless, a chasm still divided the cephalopod with the indigenous folk of the jungle and swamp. That difference wasn't just visual; it ran much more profoundly. Zelena beheld the world through a different lens. How she interacted and interrupted with it was alien. It unearthed buried suspicions that she was not of this world. And proper assimilation wasn't plausible no matter how hard she strove to fit in. The miasma of such depressive reflections was palpable. Silently, she festered within such a despondent stew. Her appalling form was hidden by the burrow she called home. The basement of the great library was damp and dark. Few bothered to wander into it and thus supplied sequestration. She was free to read and experiment within her little paunch of earth. In actuality, Zelena wasn't truly alone. Sloth, the conch on her shoulder was chatty and aided in her formulations. And Rorschach, the living suit affixed to her full figure, added his own commentary, albeit communicated in a way others couldn't discern. Word of Watari's approach had roused the octopi from her lair. It had been too long since she spoke with him. Zelena and the fox both grew up in the coastal town of Sandslout. And due to his bastard heritage, the two were branded as rejects. Pointlessly those feelers preened her emerald mane as she beautified herself. Watari was a fine specimen. He presented all the genetic hallmarks of a fertile mate. Secretly Zelena harbored a crush. He was one of the first to treat her with decency. He never recoiled from her sight or passed judgment due to immutable traits. The only male in her life that wasn't cruel or manipulative. The kitsune hit their sexual awakening early compared to herself. Her interest in procreating was relatively recent. The oni was the result of her inability to control such urges. It was also an act of desperation to have a family once more. Almalexia, Osiris, and Amenhotep were stolen from her. She pledged to avoid making the same mistake. And with the Red Sap aligned with her, now was the time to lay out some roots. How she exactly produced so many offspring remained a mystery—something she'd never illuminate due to its unconventional procreative process. Now freed from her self-imposed prison. The tentacled abomination rode across the fenland on a throne of writhing noodles. She had studied the maps of this marshland extensively and knew where Watari was coming from. From this, she deduced the path of least resistance, a behavioral response ingrained across all of nature. Throughout her hike, conch wouldn't refrain from constantly chiming in. Endlessly bombarding her with the same inquest. "Are we there yet." Eventually, Sloth grew bored and would start singing. Zelena weathered his poor crooning as she clicked her oral muscle. The sound waves bounced back, helping her map out her surroundings. After a two-day journey, the cephalopod slipped into the grove. Gracefully she dismounted from her seat. Those tentacles gently set her feet onto the wet earth. Nimbly, Zelena navigated through the vegetation. Her skin shifted hue as it came into contact with the various plants. Standing upright, her stature reached an imposing 5ft flat, counting her horn. And so hunching over helped her maintain a low profile. Tentatively she crept, each footfall meticulously planned to make as little noise as possible. Once comfortable with her vantage point, she'd squat. Those emerald and topaz eyes studied Watari through the greenery. The general was loud and bungling. It was clear the man was outside of his comfort zone. Luckily for him, the neighborhood octopus was here to save the day. Zelena submerged herself as she swam through the murky water. Her body evolved for both aquatic and land traversal. A benefit that gave her an edge in this unforgiving province. And given her vertically challenged detriment, she needed every advantage. Silently, she merged by the boulders. Her tendrils suctioned her to its earthen surface as her skin texture and shade matched the moss. Watari remained oblivious to her game. But the birds on high were snitches. Those perched on the distant willows alerted the others, and a stillness swallowed the region. The silence was unnerving, and Watari wasn't impervious to it. It was what likely prompted the brandishing of his sword. Zelena wasn't perturbed. She was mighty for one so tiny. And she'd strike once the fox had stepped close to the rocks with his back turn. Without warning, her beautiful noodles grasped and coiled around Watari—one for each limb, one for the neck, and the rest across his upper body. "Watari! I got you!" She screamed playfully before tripping him, so they both fell into the bog. She held him there momentarily, staring into his eyes with a smile before lifting them free from those depths. Zelena laughed as she let him free. Those studded whips affixed to her spine combed her wet mane back as water droplets ran down her green body. Conch, on the other hand, wasn't amused. He'd glare at the maiden of the sea. Zelena looked back before putting up an innocent front. "Wha? I did nothing wrong, right Watari?" She demanded the fox to come to her aid. "Good lookin'. Ya games one day will get ya in trouble. Don't ya be looking at me when it do. Oi, Waaateree. We still be..Whatchamacallit...friends? If so, why ya no write me brotha?" He spoke chipperly, only to wave a lone tentacle to say hello. Zelena placed her hands above her bum as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet. She was nervous as she gathered the strength to observe his face. Today was the day. She had read up on how to court. Well, how mating rituals worked with animals, which was the same thing. So she was confident she'd win Watari's heart yet.

In the distance were sad octopi noises.