Pachee Breeding - done!

Magenta's sibling is just as pretty, but for some reason the more common male in the pair is more eye-catching to the satyr. They were the less serious side of most things she had to deal with her other pets lately, so she loved the break that breeding pachee brought. It could be a bit boring or tedious waiting for them to get acquainted, sure. There's a chance she'd fallen asleep last time, so apparently it did get boring. They were still more relaxing since the only thing she had to train right now were beast who were - or would end up - hundreds of times bigger than these little guys! Most would likely find her insane for preferring the nastier beasts, even if a reprieve like this is necessary sometimes.

With one of the pachee being her own, the satyr was bold enough to go with both Paint and Jack's Classica on leashes. There was hope that Painty would be a good example for the borrowed lady, but she's not certain what his temperament is just yet. He looks quite fae-like, but Lethalia has yet to witness if he really matches the delicate look he has going for him. At least the walk over meant the critters were already mingling.

It felt like her attention must have lapsed for a lot longer than she'd figured, with how tangled these leashes were. How these got so interwoven with one another and wrapped around her legs was just. The acrobatics involved in such a feat felt mind-boggling enough, but so did the length of the tethers they were on. Because. How much of this is possible and not some chaos magic warped around her legs when she wasn't looking?

Painty and Classica didn't look pleased with their diminished wandering space, but they also didn't put up much of a fuss about sitting in wait for their handler to sort herself out. Likely they'd be waiting for quite an amount of time if they were waiting for her to get her shit entirely together.

"Okay, y' wee terrors," she beckoned lightly, rising back to her hooves. "Let's go, before you try'n kill me again." Or at the very least, give her a bit of cover when they tried it, so she could retain as much of her pride as she could if she was going to go out like that. It would be for the best if she wasn't forever immortalized as the one person who had themselves offed by a minute plant creature.

"Alright. Freedom time!" the satyr announces, once the door had clicked closed behind her. Kneeling to the pachee, Lethalia gently used the leashes to wind them in a little closer to unbuckle their collars. Classica was first, seeing that it was something of a habit she'd taken on to let the female explore the room for herself first. "Well, kinda. Painty, y' haveta wait a sec."

The pink sprite didn't seem at all thrilled to see his striped 'girlfriend' being able to roam as she pleased. He let out a keening 'chee' call, pulling against his leash with all his might. Which... isn't all that much, obviously, but it's pathetically cute all the same. "Poor guy," Lethalia offers as she kneels next to him, unable to make herself even look sorry for him. "Must be a pretty hard pachee life, huh?" Well, for the entire month he'd been around at this point, anyway. The thought crosses her mind that this was his first time at the breeding center - that wouldn't be a problem, would it? A glance back down at the pink male, still zoned in more on Classica than her, and pushed the worry aside. They're made to figure this stuff out.

"Fine, fine. Go get 'er." The same moment the buckle on the collar loosened, Painty had rocketed away from his bindings as if he can't flee from it fast enough. Lethalia chortled as she watched him go, wondering if the carriers really might be an easier choice in the future. If she really wanted to drive herself and one of the pachee mad, she could always bring one in on a leash and the other in a carrier. That could be slightly entertaining, if not a decent tactic to use with certain personalities.

Allowed free reign, Painty dashed right up to the stool that Classica perched on, racing around it in excited circles before he knew what to really do. Looking down at him while daintily cleaning her ears with her forepaws, she didn't seem very inclined to come down and join him. Settling on trying to scale the perch too, Painty got a good hop halfway up before finding himself batted down.

Well. It appeared she'd lost her seat. Lethalia sat down in place instead, pulling her bag into her lap to dig through it. Berries, and if there was anything to do while she was waiting for these guys...

The first time she looked up from rummaging in her bag, the pair were still eating berries on their own. When she peeked again after finding nothing in her bag to keep herself entertained, Magneta Paintbrush had taken to begging at Classica's dish, only to keep getting himself swatted back down again. The female looked like she was having fun at this point though, tail swaying and ears perked his way when he approached. Lethalia had learned they actually have pretty sharp claws, so she's clearly playing with her batting at him. It seemed like another glance away and somehow Painty had gained more of her favor, sharing the stool to eat berries alongside her. They had to squish pretty close to fit on the chair together, but somehow they managed it.

Lethalia's pretty sure that she's never going to watch the pachee intently enough to see when they decide they're interested; she's just never been that enraptured by them. They're cute and it gives her a reason to sit down, but she needs to remember to bring something to do with her. It had been some time when she looked up from not-dozing to see Painty slapping his tail on the ground, loosening multicolored pollen into the air, apparently to Classica's delight.