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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jul 28, 2022 6:24:20 GMT -6
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Pot of Rainbows x Èclat
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jul 28, 2022 6:27:34 GMT -6
Fiera leaned up against the doors of the breeding center and checked the silver chained watch wrapped gently around her left wrist. The fellow wasn't late... yet. She had set up a pachee breeding with one of her females with a person she hadn't worked with as of yet. She was always happy to get some fresh blood into her population of pachee, but working with new people was always a risky endeavor as far as she was concerned. Luckily she had already gotten as much of the work out of the way in advance, setting up the appointment and making a reservation for the breeding room. All this fellow had to do was show up and sign in. Still, her pachee was starting to get a little impatient. She could hear Pot of Rainbows- or Rainbows, as Fiera called her for short- starting to shift around in the pet carrier Fiera had set down next to her.
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Post by Evainmoire on Jul 28, 2022 6:48:58 GMT -6
It was not frequent that the lepus was tardy. In fact, such a notion was quite antithetic to his personal sensibilities, and measures were often taken to allow ample time for any sort of engagement or agreement. With such said, the tall mammalian came into view not long after the woman checked her watch. Quite on time, though far closer to almost being late than he would have preferred. Were it any other meeting, then perhaps additional time might have been spent identifying his co-breeder among the many others within the center, particularly as correspondence had passed via letters in large part. As things were, a quick enough glance to the woman at the doorway made presumptions simple matters.
"Good day," the formally-dressed lepus inclined the head, lifting the top hat in greeting. The other was occupied with a walking cane, making it clear the object was certainly no mere accessory. "Miss Ferella, I presume?" As to a cage, the lepus didn't appear to be carrying one near his person. The only cargo with him was a small box tucked into the coat pocket, wherein a frail form was sleeping unseen quite soundly.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jul 17, 2023 8:37:29 GMT -6
Fiera closed the watch with a short snap, tucking it back into her pocket. She sized the man up. Neatly dressed, polite, elderly- or was he? Fiera had to admit, she wasn't great at identifying age in lepuses, but she'd err on the side of caution here. And yet, she couldn't help but notice that he was missing something in particular. "You're quite right." She responded, glancing around him. "Which would make you Mr.Pholier." She paused, unable to avoid the elephant in the room. "...You did bring your pachee, right?" She said, gesturing to her own carrier. Inside it, Rainbows was already peering through the mesh on the front before sticking a little leg through the gap to try and take a swipe at the mammalian's shoe. "Don't mind her." Fiera said, crouching down to gently push the little leg back in. "She's just a bit excited is all."
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Post by Evainmoire on Jul 17, 2023 9:36:23 GMT -6
The lepus lowered the hat onto the head once more, replying in a fashion that would remain best described as politely amused, "Indeed. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss. I do hope I had not kept you waiting terribly long." A distinct instinct arose to check one's own watch, even as he had already done so not too long ago, and knew the time to be not quite so late. The woman's question interrupted first, however.
"Oh yes, indeed," as one hand leaned upon the cane, the other articulated towards the entrance, "The evening before. He should be present in the pen, as we speak." Though suspicion arose that perhaps it was not quite the root of the question she meant. By means of explaining, he continued, "As pleasant a company as they are, they can at times be quite handful. I had presumed it better to bring him early, as to avoid any pollen-related attire issues." When one's main attire colour is black, such dusting can be worse than white feline hair to clean.
To such point, it seemed the other pachee was quite lively, to which the lepus gave a polite smile and a wave of hand, "Quite alright. Shall we begin, then?"
|2| Breeding: 4
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jul 17, 2023 10:01:11 GMT -6
"Oh yes, I can see that." Fiera said, looking him up and down. His outfit was quite dark- she had only seen pictures of Eclat, but bright yellow pollen would certainly make a mess of it. "I can relate." She said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Her own outfits were her pride and joy- she would be quite upset if any of them were to be ruined by something so easily avoided as pachee pollen. "And yes, let's!" She said. "We have the appointment all set out, so all we should have to do is check in." She said, pushing open the door and holding it for the older gentleman. Well. Hopefully older, she noted as her own birth year bubbled up in her brain to stab her in the back. Regardless, the cool interior of the breeding center was a relief from the baking heat of summer. A couple other people waited in chairs, but thankfully there was no line for the front desk.
Breeding: 5
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Post by Evainmoire on Jul 17, 2023 10:36:15 GMT -6
Where her age may have been of a subtle, or denied sort, there was clear distinction of the lines on the lepus' face to showcase youth was a fair distance behind him. Perhaps even that slight amount exaggerated due to the nature of the youth, of ordeals endured and survived. There is a polite but thankful bow of the head as she keeps the door open, "It is much appreciated, miss Ferella. I would insist on you first, however." A worn leg made little excuse for general rules of politeness. In its stead, the lepus gestures for her to enter first, and hold the door himself at her passing.
Once inside, the vacancy of a line was fortunate, for the matter of time still weighed on the fringes of the lepus' concerns. As fortunes had it, the procedural aspects had become familiar by such point, and he set the paperwork right in short order. Following the procedure, he stood aside a step while the clerk finalized, taking a moment to inspect the small one tucked into the pocket, in a box just slightly smaller than a matchbox.
|3| Breeding: 6
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jul 17, 2023 10:46:56 GMT -6
Fiera was more than happy to enter first- if chivalry wasn't dead yet, she was the kind of lady to take full advantage of it. "Why thank you!" She said, placing a hand to her cheek in an act of simulated humility. The paperwork went by quickly for Fiera as well, as used to it as she was. By this point, her signature on the page was more of a line than a series of letters. As the clerk shuffled around with their papers however, Fiera couldn't help but peek over Evainmore's shoulder, hypocritically always happy to dig into what other people would rather keep quiet. "What's that you've got there?" She said, noting the small box he was inspecting while sidling towards the door that led to the breeding rooms, trying to maintain a casual air. The resemblance to a matchbox was clear, but she didn't smell any tobacco on Evainmoire for the time being.
Breeding: 7
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Post by Evainmoire on Jul 17, 2023 11:06:11 GMT -6
Indeed, there was no such scent, and rather instead something more nondescript. Perhaps a tone of earth-like hints akin to loam or soil, unable to be rid of with the best of efforts, or more akin to an old wooden house. To her curious eye, there was no sense to recoil, though he did consider the topic a moment. As they began their walk towards the designated room, decided, he carefully picked the box from the pocket, and held it out on his palm. "In truth I am not rightfully certain, miss. It had begun as a flower, a strange winter-time bloom, if you could believe it." The lid had been partly removed, making it into a shape of an almost cradle, were it not far utilitarian at its origin.
Within, a small rounded face, surrounded in pale rose petals and wrapped in layers of leaves. The eyes closed, though minor animations betrayed the act of breathing, thus proving it was asleep. "Quite unexpectedly the flower bloomed, and this strange being came of it." The manner in which the description was given showed clearly the lepus seemed to think of the young one as something cryptical.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jul 17, 2023 11:13:48 GMT -6
When they made their way into the breeding room, full of soil and plants for the pachee to run around, Fiera slid the breeding berries between the bars of the carrier for Rainbows to mash up and "eat". While her pachee was busy with that, she stood up and looked at what Evainmoire was showing her in more detail. "Oh, a baby harachiu! My goodness, they're so tiny! Look at the little nose!" She said, her haughty air immediately melting into something more affectionate. "That was a lucky find! You aren't the first to find a baby in a blossom as of now, but it's certainly not easy. I've managed to pick up a few of them myself."
She paused. Normally she loved giving unsolicited advice to people who would really rather she wouldn't, but even she knew she had to take a bit more care when it came to what was, essentially, a child. "Well, if you need any advice on how I've handled them, or if you wanted to meet one of my own, I'd be happy to tell you all about it." She finally said, before popping open the carrier for Pot of Rainbows to examine the room and look for her new mate.
Breeding: 9
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Post by Evainmoire on Jul 17, 2023 11:25:09 GMT -6
Upon arriving to the room, there was a distinctive yellow illumination visible within, perhaps not so indistinct from the lepus' own faint one. Èclat had been placed in the enclosure, as had been agreed upon prior. The pachee was quick to notice the activity, for little else had given him cause for attention at such a point. With the addition of another pachee into the enclosure, however, there was surely quite a joyous chance for merriment and general entertainment in company of another of one's own kind. The pollen was likely to fly in short order.
All such having become a sudden afterthought for the lepus, who first showed surprise in the woman's abrupt change of demeanour. Perhaps the reaction itself had not been quite so surprising as the manner in which she phrased it. "A 'baby'?" he asked, incredulous. Surely she didn't mean akin to an actual child, but rather an entity of some description? Then, an attentiveness to the mammalian's features, as he turned towards the woman in full upon realizing her expertise in the matter. "I must admit to having spent a considerable amount of time in books and scripts to read more on these.. harachiu were they? But finding little beyond general details." The brows raised, perhaps showing more emotion in one such moment than the rest of the encounter combined, "Please, if you would, I would be most fascinated to learn more."
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Post by Silver on Aug 20, 2023 20:09:58 GMT -6
Two luminous ladies. Lucky!
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