Pachee Breeding - done!

Dragon and Autumn - two names she's going to have to learn how to write now that she's decidedly attained an interest in it. The pachee were aptly named, anyway. Autumnal colors weren't what the satyr typically pursued, but the striped female is lovely nonetheless. The male is more in line with 'her' colors, but in this case, her hope was that his would have less influence over the offspring's color. If he passed on those big leathery wings she could see through the air holes in the carrier, that would be the best case! She could hope one of the berries she got would help in that regard, since it seemed to the last time.

Though the receptionist probably wouldn't appreciate the satyr leaning over the paper she was filling out to see what the names looked like when written, either. Distinctly uncomfortable with all this process, Lethalia hurried through the process best she could. Having to admit to someone she would need help with the forms still mortifies her, and even though maybe she can change that eventually, it makes her all the more restless out in this bleached lobby. Salvation came in the form of getting her room number to take these two pachee off to.

Dragon pokes his nose out of the crate first, already more talkative than the last one as he turns to and gives an inquisitive 'chee' at her. "Well hi," the satyr chimes back, marveling at the little creature stretching himself out like a cat. Even if she had picked him out for his lovely dragon wings, but they're still neat to see when he stretches those out too.
Making a few more feline tones that sounded like cute little fragments of the 'chee' they must have gotten their namesake from, Dragon finished stretching and shook himself out from the carrier ride. He seems rather curious about her, walking around the stool she'd perched herself on since the woman was the only other thing out in the room for now.

Before considering pachee that had wings, Lethalia had never really conceptualized that stray plume of plant material to be anything but just a sprig of bloom. Seeing his wings somehow made them look like little feathered wings, which is one of the cutest things. It sure looks like this little male can actually fly, unlike the petal-wings that did nothing but look cute on their back. Huh. Maybe females found the wings impressive? It certainly seemed to make Dragon confident in himself.

Berries that gave the right nutrition to allow for another baby and the capability to make them more likely to have a rare female, those made sense. Males being 'shy' about passing down their coat colors could prove interesting, especially if there were ways to manipulate it. Especially if you got some of the right females in bold colors, they would probably make some interesting offspring without the need of the male's coat to make it interesting or patterned. Maybe that was how this worked, and why females would be so much rarer! It also meant that female berries were probably one of the best investments towards this, almost more than getting an extra baby. Get a collection of awesome looking females, never need the male genetics berry again! Until another pretty male came along, maybe.

This was all so new, she didn't have any idea how to predict the outcome of babies from these strange verdant critters; though the last had the result she'd been seeking, it wasn't a great metric to predict future outcomes with. It did of course answer her question about what the offspring would inherit, seeing as both offspring had clear influences of both males. She's beginning to 'get it' just enough to consider the possibilities.

It was also a lovely chance of pace that within these walls, and with these easygoing of critters, she had little to worry about. Lethalia was daydreamy and space at the best of times, made worse when she had too much to ponder. It would be better to break herself of the habit, but at least this was as good of a place to sit and think as any. The pachee didn't really need an escort past getting them into a room! The appeal of being able to bring in a book and read for something like this was beginning to make sense to her, even though she definitely won't be able to do that for a long time.

Focusing on where the plant things were, it took looking down to realize they were playfully batting at one another and using the stool legs to dodge in and out of with their strikes. Small mercy that they don't use claws as often as cats. Lethalia finds herself giggling and pulling her hooves up out of the playing plants' way, resting her chin on her drawn-up knees to be able to watch their skittering underfoot. Then again, if she sat here reading, she couldn't watch them!

Although she hadn't wanted to disrupt their play, the presence of the berries attracts them all the same. As soon as the woman had gingerly taken them out of the plastic container she'd put them in, the pachee had abandoned their game to come sniffling up to her, Autumn flailing behind for a moment longer as she entangled herself from the stool legs. Hopefully the disruption won't hurt anything! Placinf her hooves carefully so she didn't step on anybody, Lethalia lured them out into the middle of the room to dump the berries into a ceramic dish for them. It didn't seem like much, but the critters were upon the offering instantly. It was still strange to see them using their paws and not having or needing a mouth; those parts were going to take some getting used to.

The abundance of food in the berries might have inspired the pachee to let loose, but when they finish their snack, that odd little third eyelid of theirs extends over Autumn's eye as she wanders over to rub up on Dragon. Lethalia takes it as her queue to protect her own eyes as the male's strong tail begins to knock his pollen loose on the floor, looking quite pleased with the proximity of the lady tucked under a wing.