“is Litvir alright?” Phovoula whispered to Phovos as they watched him swiftly park the ship, take off his seatbelt then march off into the Pink Paradise, not even bothering to lock the ship or wait for his passengers.
“Clearly not. He actually seems pretty damn upset.”
“I thought he seemed angry.”
“He is both…” Thassalin hissed as he too started making his way outside. “Unfortunately, in order to keep the branches well-trimmed, I have to leave Litvir in his upset state to avoid anything bad happening. His sadness will be brief though, if things go the way I plan. Come on now.”
Once Thassalin was off the ship, he changed his form from something vaguely Temthan-like into a very large Thraki-like form, except even more pink than normal. He made his way over to where Litvir had gone, only to find that Litvir had already sought out Sini and was impatiently waiting for Thassalin and the Raptors to join him.
“You should try it.”
“I do not want kids.”
“Would be interesting.”
“I do not want kids.”
“Imagine how cute they would be.”
“I do NOT want kids.”
“Made from literally the best Rethan genetics.”
“I do not want kids and would rather cut out and eat my own womb.”
“Would be nice, sautéed in butter and garlic. Apparently Arkay once said he wanted to eat my heart that way. He was having a bad time, just like you are currently.”
Litvir was already pissed off and Sini was definitely pushing his buttons, but her sudden change of tone caught Litvir very off guard. Sini didn’t continue her conversation though, she just looked up and smiled at Thassalin. She didn’t say anything either. She just looked at him, and Thassalin looked at her back. After a good ten seconds of not saying anything, Sini’s smile faded a little.
“I suppose, at least I get to watch the egg hatching…” Sini eventually muttered. “That’d be nice. I can also have a chat with Kuta and Ret as well about their little desires. Would be interesting to see a baby Beh’evok as well.”
Litvir blinked. Phovos and Phovoula both blinked as well, having just arrived.
“Uh… what?”
Sini tutted. “Sorry, Thassalin and I are doing Time Drake conversation stuff. We’re already looking at the different endpoints and threads of our conversations. You want me to go to Savepoint to counteract Elksia unintentionally trying to make everyone into a mother, despite me literally being the Mother with a capital R. That is incredibly crazy, even by your standards, Litvir.”
Litvir tutted back. “We need a Time Drake to counteract Elksia. Time Drakes are rare in these parts. We do not know any other Time Drakes. Therefore, we have to take a large risk and ask you, the only Time Drake in the area not inside a universe.”
“And you don’t have Time Drakes visiting Savepoint?”
“No, not at all. Most Time Drakes have their own ways of protecting themselves. They do their own thing. Out of the three main types or whatever you call it, our most common visitors are Life Goddesses, followed by Voidborns. We hardly see Time Drakes.”
Sini was clearly annoyed about what she was being asked about, but she knew she had space to made demands.
“Fine. I’m going to do it. It’s already laid out. I’m just going to make a list of demands, and you are going to agree to them.”
“I am not going to agree to everything!” Litvir hissed. “We just need someone to counter Elksia until that stupid bloody egg hatches and Elksia can start being a mother for real and stop projecting her desires on the rest of us!”
Thassalin stepped in. “Sini, I humbly request you not be too harsh. Otherwise you will destroy the branches for your further desires.”
Sini fell silent, then sighed to herself. “You’re absolutely right. Plus, I’ve already technically agreed to it. Fine. I’ve got a bunch of requests myself.”
“Go ahead.”
“Well, first off, I’m not leaving my oasis unattended. Phovos, you need to stay here until I get back. And you also need to make yourself match the Pink Paradise. People are coming here expecting a pink Life Goddess with her tits out.”
“Do I have to make myself a specific pink, and can I wear something to cover my shoulders at least?” Phovos asked.
“No, you can be any pink you want, and yes, you can wear something over your shoulders. You can make yourself be elegant and have your tits out, as long as you look sexy. And if you can teach our big brother some stuff as well, that’d be wonderful. I think you’re more on his level, it’ll be easier to teach him.”
Phovos shrugged, ignoring the annoyed and confused look on Litvir’s face. “That’s fine. I can do all of that no problem. I assume I can have Phovoula here with me, right?”
Sini nodded. “Of course, but Phovoula, I don’t want you doing any scary Voidborn stuff.”
“I don’t do scary Voidborn stuff anyway.”
“Good. Good girl…” Sini seemed to perk up. “As for the rest of you, there’s not much I want, but if I’m not in the room when Elksia’s egg hatches, I will be fucking pissed. And Litvir, I want a conversation with you, in private. We have things to discuss and you have things you need to tell me. Thassalin, you owe me a steamy session.”
Thassalin smirked. “I do, it has been a while. And I am closer to my original strength now.”
“Alright, good. There’s one last thing I want, but I need to discuss it with your cute furry armoured bear leader guy.”
“Vikalos does not know where the kids Galyn and Itaviir fathered are located, and neither do they!” Litvir crossed his arms and snarled.
“I guessed, but I want to help them work it out. Vikalos is forever childless the same way I am. He just wants to know.”
Litvir sighed and gave in. “Fine, fine… Just… please make Elksia stop.”
Sini smiled properly. “I will, don’t worry. Shall we get going then? And by “we”, I mean Litvir, Thassalin and myself?”
“What… what about clothes and stuff?” Phovoula exclaimed.
“I will send a ship with your belongings…” Litvir sighed some more. “Come on. Let us get out of here…”