Pachee Breeding - done!

It had felt like a good idea, at the time. Jack had a veritable menagerie of the little creatures, and was more than happy to allow borrowing of some of the bizarre things. For her first trip to the breeding center, it probably wasn't the wisest idea to bring three of them.

The woman felt more or less equipped to do this; it seemed like a much simpler process in comparison to coupling any other kind of creatures. In fact, it sounded downright censored, in a way. Nothing graphic at all would happen, and the only difference between these things reproducing and plants was the fact that there would be a little bit of courting to get the female comfortable. Pachee being relatively benign in this regard is what originally interested her in them. The 'child safety' of them was appealing, and the creatures were a welcome break from the blood and glory of the pit - which was all she found herself been wrapped up in, lately. Super cute, benign creatures who were intended for a greater purpose seemed like just the kind of break she was wanting.

The breeding center she approached was pristine, as she supposed it should be with the flurry of pollen that was about to be happening. It wasn't entirely surprising that they'd need such a sterile environment, but she does have to wonder if the females could get... ah, fertilized by just any pollen floating around. She'd heard of the 'Pachee Pollen Project', whatever that was.

Such measures weren't necessary, as Alba sprung out of her confinement a few moments later. Shaking herself out, the Pachee seems happy to be free of her holdings, fluffing out the petal-like formations of her tail as she settled. Wow, these things really are cute. "Well, aren't you just wonderful?" the satyr finds herself asking, remaining still where she was kneeling so she didn't spook her. Lethalia finds herself charmed as she holds out a careful had, letting Alba give it a delicate sniff before headbutting it for a pet. Aw. This really was different than any creatures she'd worked with around here; even a faeron had more tooth to it than these things. Odd how she had such little penchant for keeping small cute things like this, even if they do appeal to her.

In the brief explanation of them, the little slit on Alba's forehead had been explained benignly as a part of a flower - a receptacle, usually at the dead center to gather pollen. Despite the explanation, Lethalia finds herself giggling childishly to herself while scratching the Pachee's ears. Don't think it, woman. Don't taint these pure little creatures with those kind of thoughts. The coy smirk remains on her face regardless, unable to battle it down. The Pachee wouldn't know better, at least.

To her side, the males began to rattle their enclosures. Likely they knew the female was out here, and like any creatures, they didn't want to be left out from the commotion of outside for very long.

Fall colors and pink was what she was going for, and it felt like this trio might lend well to the idea. If the babies garnered a mane or antlers like the spriteling-lookalike, all the better! Mostly the outcome intrigued her, wondering how the pollen might mix - or if it did at all. Lethalia wondered about how it worked with plants, but the woman is leagues more familiar with fauna than she is with flora. Would both pollen take, or would there be a dominant one that would win out over another? Would it result in non-identical twins, one from each sire? Or something else entirely - could the kit really be developed from two types of pollen?

This feels a little out of her league. Funny how these harmless little plant creatures gave her more cause for concern than the pit did! Lethalia just wanted to treat the creatures gingerly, since she had great concern about misjudging anything about someone elses' critters.

So far, so good though. There's small squeaking noises going on as the Pachee introduce themselves, nothing more than subtle murmurs. Despite being males, they don't seem all concerned with fighting with one another for Alba's attention. They both dance and dart around the unimpressed looking pink lady, ignoring one another for the most part unless their frenzied 'dancing' brought the boys into bumping into one another. Bits of blue and yellow pollen already wafted in the still air, but Alba didn't seem to take interest in it yet.

Alba must have found the offering acceptable, because she settled in to mash the berries into a more easily-absorbed form. Her action riled the males into action once again, bouncing upright to stick their noses into her bowl again in tandem. The albino female's thick tail came sweeping around the front, batting the intrusive boys away more gently than Lethalia had expected her to. Whipping their heads away also in tandem, the boys knock heads together as they both try and twist the same way to skitter away from the female's wrath. Alba was being quite kind as far as Lethalia was expecting, but the boys also seemed to understand they stood no chance if they were an annoyance to her. Some could take a lesson from them.

Recovering from their crash, the males shook their heads and staggered back to their feet. The satyr had slight concern for their well being for a moment, but they fled Alba's withering glare so quickly that she surmised they must be fine.

Alba was not interested in dealing with their shit just yet, causing some amount of worry she might never warm up to the boys. Had she made a mistake trying to take three Pachee? It was a rather bold move to be making in matters she knew nothing about it. Lethalia was just like that; all in, or nothing. What was the point of trying anything different if you didn't fling yourself at it with full force? Planning be damned.

"You two are a lot more polite n' most guys I've met," Lethalia informs them conversationally, folding herself to sit cross-legged on the floor with the critters. It didn't appear she was going to have to be concerned about interjecting in their interactions at all, and would likely be best to let them socialize without her meddling. At least they seemed to regulate themselves, for the albino female could definitely hold her own and tell the males what-for if she needed to. They're so gentle that Lethalia doesn't expect to see any more of a violent rebuke than what's been dealt out, and that's more than enough to keep the boys in line. Despite not being her creature, the satyr's kind of in love with Alba's capability to ward off pushy suitors. The girls really did get to pick!

If Fall and Tic had yet to display any aggressive tenancies towards one another, she's rather confident nothing is going to happen between them at this point. What a lovely break from all that she has been facing - creatures who wouldn't turn down a fight even if it's in their best favor. Maybe this is what she needs, a good breath and escape away from all of the competition that could be found here. It may appeal to her inner restless soul, but even more than that, Lethalia realized what a lack of relaxation she'd been allowing in her life as of late. Being able to just sit here and hang out with some adorable, harmless creatures... it was a nice change of pace.

There wouldn't be much surprise if it was a little bit of both. Plants and animals alike could be stimulated by the right occurrences to decide it was a good time to make some babies, these guys had to be the same way. Females were rare, or so she was told, and likely her presence was enough to get the guys interested - that particular nuance was no different than other species, that was for sure. The availability of the berries likely boded well for a good breeding season for them, especially since they had such radical effects on the outcome for them. She'd brought one of each of the berries Turner had described to her, now swirled into a multicolored mash. Perhaps it was some sort of nutrition it provided them for such effects - one to help her carry two kits, instead of only one. Another berry to influence the outcome of getting a female, which was supposedly uncommon without a little help. And finally, another to help the males pass down their genetics, an idea that still seems a little odd. They were 'finicky' about passing along their colors and mutations on the male side of the line, apparently?

She really needs to start branching out, because there's so much more to what the labs offered than sarane and equillion! At this rate the woman could practically learn something new every day about the area and it's surrounding creatures. It helped ease the sense of wanderlust that gripped her heart and head, for there were so many things to explore right here at home!

This time around, Alba seems to accept Fall's more mild-mannered approach, allowing him to walk up to her. The female still had one paw in the bowl, casually sipping upon the nectar she'd mashed from the berries, the color slowly draining from the bowl as she dined upon it. The male's nose dips to the bowl to sniffle at it, one red eye on her at all times, just to make certain he's not about to get bopped away once more. Her lack of reaction is as good as acceptance, and Fall finds more courage to scoot closer to the berry bowl, little paws searching to find room in it for any morsels that were left. This was a positive development, right?

Lethalia has to wonder if there's anything in particular female pachee found 'attractive' in their suitors, if anything. Hens of course liked strong dominant drakes who had seen battle, but otherwise didn't appear to show much discretion about color or anything else. Some types of critters relied on their flashy mating rituals or dances, and others just had the drive to procreate - take over the world with their children! Where exactly did plant creatures fall on that scale? It seems likely they would be as enterprising as plants themselves, waiting the right time to give their seedlings the best chance at flourishingas they could.

Tic watching off to the side, tail lashing with no small amount of jealousy and causing a small plume of blue spores to rise from it.