Pachee Breeding - done!

Burgundy or reds might take a little more planning, but clearly the critters can display near any color on them. There was even a rainbow marked one! She was having a bit experimenting with the coat colors of the pachee, since they seemed to act a little differently than breeding normal creatures. She was going to have to mess with seeing the results without bringing berries eventually, but for now they seemed conducive towards what she was wanting.

It would also seem a little less foreign, hopefully, when the pets she was bringing were her own. The satyr found herself hauling in two large crates yet again, which were surprisingly difficult to keep a hold of with one of them being energetic and shifting their weight from one end to the other. Probably the male, he looked like he was more excitable than Doe before she packed them away. Leading them in on leashes would be much easier - and so cute! There was little reason to trust creatures she didn't own, however. Plus she had the responsibility of not letting someone elses' pets get away, and this felt like a better way of ensuring she could keep them contained and safe.

Lethalia carried the pachee off to their appointed room, smirking a little as she did so. They were going to get out of there little prisons and stretch their legs out soon enough! This one was one of the more vocal of the critters she'd brought in so far, squealing excitedly as she manipulated the door open best she could with two carriers.

As eager and noisy as he was, she decided Unripe would be too much of a hassle if she didn't let him out first. Likely the rattling of his cage door would spook Doe anyway, so it would be easier to let him just escape and be appeased into being less disruptive. Approaching the mewing, shaking crate first, Lethalia can't contain her giggling. He's pretty cute, actually. "Are y' saying y' want out?" she teased, kneeling to unlatch his cage. The peachy orange pachee's paws assist in opening the grate for her, and she cackles a little as he springs out as soon as he's clear. "Hey there, little dude." Doe let out a plaintive mew, apparently feeling left out already. Perhaps that would make things easier on her! "I haven't forgotten about you, Doe," she tells the pachee, needlessly. She's going to talk to pets, even if they're not hers.

Hopefully Unripe could settle down and be charming enough for that to be true in this case, too. If he didn't, they could go down in history as the first pair to refuse! No, she didn't actually think that was true. Still though, even if she might be dubious they'll get to liking one another enough, more than likely it's going to happen anyway. They just look like an unlikely pair, for now.

Unripe did slow his racing momentarily to skid to a stop, tail-leaves flared like a cat with a puffed tail. Well. The yellow-eyed beauty was cute at least, even if Doe didn't seem to share her favor. Her nose wrinkled at his puffing, wings giving an agitated ripple as he made a strange noise and took off once again, whisking just by Doe along the way. Well, he could probably try a little harder to be more charming, that was for certain. Ah well. There was a chance he'd run out of energy or become more interested in Doe than his acrobatics. Until then, she was likely in for a bit of a wait. It made sense that this could get tedious, but the excuse to sit down and just watch pachee couldn't really be so bad even once it got stale.

Lethalia remained settled down with Doe as she observed the delicate female eat, still mystified by plant creatures. They acted so much like creatures, but their plantlike functions were so alien on them. Then again, robots disturbed the satyr pretty thoroughly too.

Still though, it was neat in a sort of unsettling way to watch them eat, especially since Doe was still nearby enough to continue using her as a shield. At some point, the satyr looked up from Doe when she realized the lack of peachy blur all around the rest of the room. Unripe had finally collapsed on the floor, looking pleased with himself as his ears flickered this way and that, contentedly catching his breath. Silly boy, hopefully he didn't tire himself out too much. Flickering her fingers at the tired male, Lethalia got an ear-twist and curious sniff in her direction. Clearly it was up for debate if it was worth coming over to her, when he was this tiered! After a few more moments of rest, the pachee rose to his feet to sniff the offered hand - curious enough to follow it when she withdrew, lightly scratching her nails on the floor to make a tempting noise.

Lethalia hauled herself to her feet, no longer feeling like she needed to be an obstacle in place between them just to keep the peace. Settling on the stool instead, Lethalia could watch a bit better from here; hopefully she improved their introductions together at least somewhat. They were sitting together in relative peace for now, after all. That's a step up from earlier! She could have sworn that her attention only lapsed for a moment, but the idea on where she lost it is uncertain. There was only so much to watch, and at some point she had to have daydreamed off or even fallen asleep for a moment, but the next time she opened her eyes, pollen had began to rise in peals.

It was likely the sound of Unripe's tail hitting the ground that had roused her, but the satyr didn't know when Doe went from bristling at him to catching pollen. Well, the woman didn't claim to know how these creatures worked - and there was a chance she nodded off for some time. Either way, she didn't seem to disturb the pachee when she rose to her feet to grab up her bag and move a little bit closer to the door, both feeling the need to give them a little privacy and not wanting to go home with pollen coating everything.