Orbaru Breeding - done!

Somehow, despite claiming to not be much interested in the creatures, she managed to accrue a handful of those long haired orbaru. Unlike almost any other creature she owed... the orbaru were an oddity she instantly adored. She hadn't really noticed that small furry things weren't a common thing in her life - but the smallest 'cute' thing she had were faeron. Everything else she owned was functional... or intended to be someday anyway. For her to be interested in orbaru went against the grain for a kennel full of 'working' creatures. Like pachee were though, this would be a nice distraction from those beasts.

At least for a little while, she could put aside thoughts of equillion that need trained and sarane that would need breaking. That was nice; she still needed to learn how to read well enough to be able to bring a book along. She was beginning to see the appeal.

Just like when the pachee became fertile again, orbaru were suddenly all the rage around the city. Shops now offering new specially bred orbaru, sudden flocking to the breeding center building, business like it hadn't been in years. Certainly the shops specializing in breedables were overjoyed! People were leaving such places of supply in droves.

If Cake was as warned, the orbaru would promise to be as handful of a sugar rush as her namesake implied. Her pitiful booping rang out from the bars of her carrier, weight shuffling from one side to the other. It was effort enough to hold onto the carrier, but the satyr was pretty grateful for it just right now. This one would have been particularly harrying to have on a leash, as much of a struggle she could cause just being in a carrier! The orbaru really didn't ever stop moving.

The male was similarly named - Mochi. Partially because of this she'd thought them a good pair, but he was /also/ really pretty. He's nearly the inverse of Cake's primary colors, with a long luxurious white coat with black-pointed toes and outer ear. Mostly, it was those great leopard spots on his back that she was charmed by - more spots were always a good thing! His baby blue eyes and orb stood out in lovely contrast with his neutral coat, and it's easy to see why he's considered something of a stud with the females. It was yet to be seen, however, how this aloof male would react to Cake's reported friendliness and energy.

It was a lingering thought - what came first, the breeding center or the breedables? The idea of the sanitary building being built in quite a hurry brought even more of a smile to her face, entertained by the idea of sanctions and regulations being put in place in a hurry when they realized what these creatures were, ah, capable of.

The concept being strange still lingered, in spite of her time here. After seeing just how capable the 'breedable' creatures were of taking over the city while unchecked, the requirements made a little more sense nowadays. She tried looking at it a little more like taking a critter somewhere for studding services or something, but it still lingered that she didn't /like/ being told what to do, even in such a meaningless capacity.

Ah well, they were here anyway, weren't they? Taking pause off to the side of the doors, Lethalia took a moment to check in on how these two were doing from their short journey over. Some dealt with it better than others. "You guys ready?" she asked to the carriers. Cake's intimidate answer with a serenade, seeming to get the idea they were on the precipice of someplace where she could get /out/!

Now though? The registrar actually had something of a line, and the rows of seats bordering the room were actually in use. Lethalia had hardly even witnessed someone sitting in them, unless it was a lone soul with a single carrier trying desperately to get in contact with the partner they thought was going to be here. Though she shuffled to the back of the line, she still got the strangest feeling like she might just be in the wrong building. Being surrounded by other booping carriers ought to soothe that fear, but it had never been anything like this before! Orbaru really were supposed to be a flagship pet for around here she supposed, it made /a little/ sense, but the sheer amount of people perhaps just made her retink just /how/ popular the critters were.

At least there was something nice about not being the only one here, helped to not feel like the only person who did this as a hobby. She might've met others who keep them when borrowing breeding stock, but there was seldom another soul around the actual centre. Set off by her lack of movement, Cake picked her symphony back up, pitifully pawing at the gridded bars containing her.

Mochi actually met her glance this time, looking up at her with those jeweltone eyes however briefly. It almost made sense how a creature so diminutive could at the same time be as aloof as him - he is pretty! Especially now getting a chance to look at his eyes, a light sparkling blue with just a glint of purple shining within them; his tail orb was quite pretty to match as well! "Well, at least I don't haveta worry 'bout you much," she mused with a smirk, as he went right back to his previous activities - of cleaning himself up more, obviously. It was a never-ending task, apparently!

"Cake, jus' work with me," she turned and requested, twitching her finger outside of the female's cage. It was a quick way to get a delicate dark paw reaching for her finger, and the woman gently petted the top of it before her little claws could catch her. "Getcha out as soon as I can, just... don' make people think I'm tryin'a kill ya' in there." Luckily, orbaru making noise and people talking to their pets weren't going to get her many odd looks here.

Nobody liked sitting and waiting, but Mochi seemed more 'suited' towards it than most. After all, what did an enclosed space matter when it came to being busy cleaning oneself? Apparently he was just as detached to other orbaru as he was to the rest of the world, or so she'd been informed. Hopefully that wasn't going to be a problem when trying to get him to communicate with a cute female!

Lethalia carried on entertaining Cake best she could, but her back and thighs began to complain over her kneeling over the carriers. It was almost certain she was going to go mad while sitting here in line. It was bad enough waiting on the critters themselves to 'do their thing', it was going to be even more trying when more time was added on where she had to wait for other people, and that was pretty awful in comparison. The satyr didn't dislike people in the least, and tried glancing at faces nearby to see if there was someone nearby willing to pick up a conversation. It shouldn't be hard - everybody likes talking about their pets once you get them started! - but nobody here today seemed the most sociable type, or too busy with themselves to want to.

It offered some explanation why all of the other patrons here were in such a dour mood, with a bookkeeper who appeared to be entering everybody's information into their forms as slowly as she could manage to. Whether or not it was purposeful it was impressive that she could manage to write so slowly even with the withering stares of all those people who accrued in the line behind her. If she knew better how to write, the satyr would've just offered to do it herself, but remained uncharacteristically quiet in the meantime while she waited. Might as well not make it more difficult than she needed to, anyway.

Finally with the form completed and fettered away, the registrar handed Lethalia something she'd never seen at the breeding center yet again. A tiny slip of paper, with a number on it. Dying on her lips was a question on what it was - even if she'd never encountered this before in her life, it was clear enough what it meant. Other people held tickets, and every so often a tinny voice over speakers overhead would come on, announcing the next lucky number to get a room. Instead of bothering to ask anything more, she whisked the orbaru away to at least sit and wait.