Pachee Breeding - done!

There was potential for this experiment to show up interesting. Lethalia found that Autumn's colors were so lovely, she wanted to see if more of the female's colors would show through if she didn't use the berry meant for the male's genetics to show through. Jersi was lovely as all little tiger lookalikes are, and more stripes in the babies would be great. But those muted fall colors with a touch more orange would be neat to see crop up, too! It would be fun to see, how another breeding with a 'tiger' would turn out. The way she saw it, as far as this project of hers went, there was no harm in even more orange, and though she wasn't especially targeting stripes, any amount of those would be great too! Last time resulted in a pair of kits who were much less orange than she'd expected, and resulted in a female with an odd but lovely coat that looked somewhat brindled with subtle stripes and mottling together. But, if it's even possible, Jersi is a much more intense orange than Clasica, who had some attractive dark brown counter shading on her underside. His white belly makes him appear so much brighter!

The freedom to just keep... making more pachee was kind of fun. Lethalia didn't find herself keeping near as many pets as most city denizens, even if she did find herself admiring those who had amassed an impressive array of the labs' critters, sometimes a handful of every single species that had ever come out. Since the pachee weren't staying in her back yard, there was something kind of fun about just producing more of them since she knew they would have a home in the end. Not having to worry about numbers in the end was a nice break from not letting anything nonessential onto her farm.

One pachee still 'snuck' in to stay with her regardless of intentions.

Lethalia leaned on the counter to check in again, beginning to get comfortable enough with this procedure she'd become somewhat less disturbed by the clinical aspect of it. It was still unsetting by virtue, but visiting such places with more regularity made the strangeness lessen. It still felt like it would be better to let the creatures couple outside more naturally, because... who the hell would figure out you had? The pair still 'chatted' to one another as she set the carriers down on the ground to get her paperwork done.

Jersi complained with such gusto that the satyr feared for a moment that someone could come check up on the ruckus. Autumn even had to stick her nose up against his cage door, hard to tell if she was just curious over his noise or just sympathetic. Some other time or place Lethalia would be tempted to leave him in there for a few minutes; it wouldn't hurt him any to learn a little patience. In the interest of not drawing attention to their room though, she'd best let him loose before someone takes it upon themselves to investigate a distressed pachee.

Autumn didn't back up much when she went to go open Jersi's carrier, and just barely dodged out of the way of the door swinging open to meet him face to face as soon as he wound his way out of the gap. After so much chatter the room falling silent all of a sudden felt quite odd, and even made Lethalia's ears begin to ring in it's absence. The pachee didn't look nearly as disturbed as they made their 'introductions' in the flesh instead of just yelling at one another. Had to be a nice change for them.

Lethalia settled herself on her usual seat to observe, still not having brought anything to work on in the meantime. There was always busywork like mending to be done, or she could even work on learning how to knit like she'd been meaning to. Like last time though, it's hard to pas sup the opportunity to just set aside time to sit and not do much. The satyr may well drown the city in pachee just for the excuse.

The critters were unsually fun enough to watch, anyway. All of their activity as soon as they were free was pretty cute, and seemed to happen with the right friendly pachee. Jersi has as much energy as she had been expecting him to have, and he wasn't much quieter either. The volume of his protests were due to being trapped, so now his vocalizations came with every springy jump and impulse to go a different direction. There were quite a few occasions she witnessed him literally bouncing off the walls, sometimes to get an edge on racing Autumn around the perimeter, or in an apparent bid to impress her. Either way he's pretty absurd but the antlered female seems to like his brand of flirting, which is what really matters.

Something materialized in mind for a moment, and Lethalia found herself almost forgetting the berries again. There weren't exactly a lot of steps in pachee breeding, beyond getting them into a room together, feeding them berries, and waiting. If a checklist was needed to get that far, she was in trouble.

The satyr stepped into the middle of the room with a usual small bowl of berries for the critters, the scent already having both of their rapt attention. Even if she'd rather not disrupt their play, they seem pretty thrilled with the intrusion when it's sweets that's distracting them. Quite a few times now, the pachee she brought used play and eating together as their primary way of getting comfortable with one another. It was a pretty cute courtship ritual, and more favorable than more reserved couples.

As expected, a nutrient high snack tends to set off impulses to breed, seeming as true as it is for plants as it is for animals. Their snack done and a few more playful bats, and the satyr noticed their third eyelids closing; a few more dancing strikes at one another, and Jersi had beat his tail on the ground to loose his tiger-orange pollen for the first time. There would be plenty to follow in the play that continued for some time.