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Post by Zenjesi on Sept 11, 2023 13:11:34 GMT -6
x Satiné x Maize
10/10
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Post by Zenjesi on Sept 11, 2023 13:23:47 GMT -6
Exactly what had compelled Zenjesi to do this, they weren't sure. It was just after the lunch hour, and the sun was warm overhead, though they were sheltered in the shade of a tree outside of the Breeding Center. Normally, they'd be avoiding public places, especially at such a busy time, but... they had made... arrangements. One half of those arrangements was sitting by the satyr's hooves, rhythmically working to groom herself. She licked her paw and ran it through her thick mane, over and over again. It looked somehow soothing. Zenjesi was beginning to wonder if it would have the same effect on themselves. Do not think like that. Be normal. ... Or, act normal, at the very least. They could feel their nerves bubbling just under their skin. When was the last time they had met with another sentient creature on purpose? What if this person never showed, or, worse yet, what if they did?
[2.2, 0.2]
1/10
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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 12, 2023 11:14:27 GMT -6
The day was quite fine for an outing, with agreeable weather and a pleasant breeze. To be sure, such blessings could well be short lived, given the turn of the seasons was just around the corner. The lepus approached the breeding centre in his usual manner, that of a calm cane-assisted walk. They were making good time, as it happened, avoiding some of the previous near-pitfalls of being tardy. And in such context, the 'they' intended to include himself, as well as a small flower child sat within a glass cradle. In truth this was intended as a hair clip by design, though the lepus was quite short on that. As such, he had fashioned it to the outer breast pocket of his jacket.
Upon reaching the front of the centre, the tall mammalian paused, bringing up a pocket watch to check their timing. Well within, excellent. Though it appeared there was no sign as yet of the partner-to-be.
|1| Breeding: 2
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Post by Zenjesi on Sept 12, 2023 13:51:17 GMT -6
The pachee was captivating all of Zenjesi's attention. If the satyr was being honest, that was a choice. It was preferable to pretend to be completely engrossed in monitoring their pet than actually watching passersby and heeding their commitments. But... it had been a few minutes since they had actually looked up and -- A new figure, quite a gentlemanly one, was standing nearer the Center, his back to Zenjesi at the moment. Could this be...? Zenjesi licked their lips, composing themselves. Act normal. They scooped up the female pachee at their feet and carefully picked their way across the grass. So many types of people from so many different walks of life congregated here at the Labs. Who was to say that these people would find Zenjesi as off-putting as those at home had? They stretched a closed-lip smile across their face, reached one long fingered hand up, and tapped the mammalian's shoulder. "This is her," Zenjesi opened the conversation, presenting the pachee. As always, their voice came out in a hiss-like whisper. This was normal, right?
[2.4, 0.4]
3/10
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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 13, 2023 11:38:46 GMT -6
The tall mammalian returned the pocket watch to its place within the coat. Very well, they would have to wait, it seem--
A sensation crept into the back of the lepus' mind, of presence near and behind. Outwardly, there was a mere motion of one tall ear, before the head swivelled upon the approaching figure, and the tall mammalian came to observe an outstretched hand directed towards him. Within, the sense oft came about when imminent threat was near, though he could hardly classify the figure as that. Particularly as a pachee was presented to him in near offering, allowing for the logical conclusion that their wait for a co-breeder was quite over.
"Ah, good day, mi--" he reached for the tall hat and lifted it only partly before coming to an unusual conundrum. Neither 'mister' nor 'miss' nor 'ma'am' seemed quite applicable to their new acquaintance, but leaving no honorary felt.. bare and hollow. Indeed, it was not so much the manner of the stranger's voice, but the complication of this that caused the lepus' brow to furrow lightly. "Apologies.. I do hope you don't mind me asking, but how might I refer to you?"
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Post by Zenjesi on Sept 13, 2023 22:00:56 GMT -6
This fellow had keen ears. Zenjesi could respect that. They withdrew the pachee as the man turned and... Oh. No, no that had not been a normal introduction. The satyr had managed a more proper greeting with the gallor in the APAA. They drew in a sharp breath, bowing their head in a sort of apology and scuffing their hooves in the grass. "Ah, I am Zenjesi. My apologies." That ought to cover it. And yet they kept talking. "Usually I speak only to plants. They have no such expectations." Although, the man had not recoiled at the sight of the satyr, with their ghostly eyes and creeping stature. This was hopeful. Perhaps things truly could be different here. "I should ask what you are called," Zenjesi concluded, remembering for just a moment the natural flow of conversation. And then their eyes turned down from the man's face to...? "You have a tiny child?"
[2.6, 0.6]
5/10
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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 16, 2023 3:24:35 GMT -6
It had not quite been the answer he had hoped for, and the perplexity of the situation caused the lepus to have an unfamiliar sense of out of place. To leave no honorary would have been rude. To press the matter even more so. "Ah, no apologies necessary, m--" he caught himself, quick to correct, "Zenjesi. I had merely not noticed your approach. I am mr. Evainmoire Pholier, at your service." The hat finally able to make it's proper gesture, before placed back on his head.
A curious note, to find this strange new acquaintance a fellow botanist. "I can certainly understand that, and though it is not a method I take up myself, there have been studies to show effects can occur." A creeping sense of displacement lingered, though not by any means due to the fellow breeder's appearance. In that department sharp eyes might have come to notice irregularities on the lepus himself: where the pupils of the eyes looked reflective, as if one able to see night, a closer inspection would find them actually illuminating within; where the pale of the fur looked bright in reflecting sunlight, in truth it was light itself, subtly aglow.
Upon the last question, the lepus remembered himself, correcting, "Apologies, I had forgotten the introduction. This is Ellébore-Maylis. A child in a fashion, yes. She is what's called a harachiu, and in ways adjacent to plants, or at the very least they're part of their origins." She had been quiet, in the interim, different to her caretaker in being fascinated by the stranger's appearance. Whether her young mind knew anything to fear remained mystery, though the large eyes seemed locked upon the satyr and their pachee none the less.
|3| Breeding: 6
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Post by Zenjesi on Sept 17, 2023 12:31:46 GMT -6
Perhaps Zenjesi had been too eager to find hope in this new situation. They watched as this man's hat lingered in the air, he stumbled over his speech... Perhaps every place was the same. He would flee the scene, Zenjesi would be left alone to fend for -- Or... not? The man, now identified as Evainmoire Pholier (a name, Zenjesi thought, truly suited for him) did not shy from them, nor the strange conversation they had initiated. They froze in place for a moment, stunned by the emotional whiplash they had imposed on themselves.
In fact, Evainmoire actually expounded upon what had merely been a passing comment. Zenjesi's entire countenance shifted, brightening with hope internally. Unfortunately for them, that emerged externally in the form of a strange, broad smile and taking a couple of steps closer to the lepus. This was it! This was how friends were made. Zenjesi hugged their pachee closer to their chest. She squirmed a bit and then settled while the satyr stroked her fur absent-mindedly. Their eyes were beginning to linger on Evainmoire's curious fur when they were blessedly distracted by the other conversation topic.
They straightened up (they had been leaning closer and closer), and turned their attention back to the "tiny child" affixed to his jacket. The name of this child was quite elegant as well, and the satyr hoped they would not have to recall it. "A harachiu?" Zenjesi was able to repeat that word at least. "A child born of plants? Where did you find this one?" They had a sudden morbid fear that these tiny creatures had been present all along, hiding underfoot and in crushing range of Zenjesi's hooves. They picked one hoof off of the ground subconsciously.
[2.8, 0.8]
7/10
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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 30, 2023 5:07:36 GMT -6
The approach of steps may yet have caused the lepus a sense of discomfort in days of old. A sense of propriety required a degree of distance, carefully metered out based on one's societal status to one another - that of a couple allowing closeness, while those of merely acquaintance or stranger with limits upon how close might be considered too much so. Though the internal sense remained still, the lepus has had to both acknowledge, and perhaps begrudgingly come to accept the differences of culture within the City. It did not prevent him from leaning away a small fraction, not out of distress nor disgust, but merely as if to scratch the itch of keeping within propriety.
"Quite so," the lepus responded to the question, quite glad for the space now given. "I was not aware of their existence either, until quite recently. However, further research seems to indicate they are a rare occurrence within the gardens of this city. Ellébore-Maylis was but a closed flower that I happened to find one winter day, while tending my garden." The child in question having since changed her attention from the large stranger, to the considerably smaller pachee in their arms. " 'Chee!"
"Indeed, it is a pachee," the lepus agreed with her, while also making a small correction to the pronunciation. "It is same as the ones we have back home, Lili. As well as the one we brought here." To the co-breeder, the lepus took a step back, to offer the Zenjesi right of way in entering the center, "Would you like to see him?"
|4| Breeding: 8
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Post by Zenjesi on Sept 30, 2023 20:02:28 GMT -6
So focused had they been upon investigating Evainmoire's fur, they had entirely failed to notice his discomfort. Something surely seemed different about it... Was it more reflective? No... even on his shaded side -- But as the conversation promptly proceeded from there, they found no reason to think anything was awry with their exchange at all. What they were quite sure of was that not all was natural with this man either. That did bring them some comfort in his presence, though their understanding of what 'natural' truly meant was being thoroughly confused nowadays. " In the gardens?" Zenjesi repeated. They were beginning to feel like a fool, mimicking half the words that were spoken to them. Yet so much of this was so foreign. A combined sense of awe and terror had been born inside of them the moment they arrived here, and it was yet to fade. They were finding that the only question was which of the two would be more prominent on that particular day. Today, it was awe. And then the child spoke. The satyr looked to the little harachiu with an expression of unbridled delight that, once again, presented more along the spectrum of "unhinged." They glanced up to Evainmoire. "She speaks!" they whispered, as if he may not have known. Of course he did. Zenjesi was preparing to present Maize once again to entertain her when the lepus took the lead. They paused, stroking the Pachee and realizing in that moment how lonely they truly were. I want someone to talk to. But there was business to attend to. "Yes, of course," they agreed to Evainmoire, then looked down to Maize, whose fur they had rumpled with their obsessive petting. They began trying to comb it with their fingers quickly as they entered the building at long last.
There was a pause that extended slightly too long before they glanced back to the lepus. "Perhaps, someday, we could... ..." Could what? They desperately attempted to conjure up an activity, a normal invitation of some kind, and they came up empty handed. What had they spoken of so far this afternoon? "... garden...?" they finally concluded. "... or eat...?"
[3.0, 1.0]
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Post by Evainmoire on Oct 9, 2023 15:41:19 GMT -6
It was no mere feat to comprehend the stranger's behaviour. In truth the lepus hadn't truly considered himself successful in the matter, either.. Of what could be observed was a type of nervousness, and perhaps a state of imbalance between elation and reserve. A behaviour, which admittedly wasn't uncommon among the populace of the City, yet none the less had not come in quite so severe dimensions in his experience thus far. It made difficult the judgement of how to accommodate the conversation to the stranger's preference, though the lepus was certainly not intending to give up so easily.
A polite smile crossed his face, a touch bemused, as he nodded in agreement, "Indeed, though only in a manner of speaking. At present, she more repeats than speaks, though might recall certain words and phrases previously heard. I am told, however, that the harachiu can grow to be quite sharp minds, akin that of people." Allowing Zenjesi to pass, the lepus took step beside, to proceed with their business within the centre proper. A room within had already been arranged for the occasion, with Satiné quite likely awaiting the arrival of the other pachee in most anxious manner. This wasn't likely to cause any issues, as the pachee appeared quite quick to adapt to new environments as well as companions, surely leading to companionable play in short order.
And along the way, the lepus was presented with an unexpected proposal, to which he took a moment to consider. After all, it was rare enough for such offers to happen outside the usual agreements. "Certainly," he replied after some deliberation, "I should like that, Zenjesi."
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Post by Silver on Oct 19, 2023 17:51:01 GMT -6
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