It had 'rested' in a corner of Draco after the events of the meeting. It needed a breather, and it needed to prepare to speak with Vargas. Tripping over its words would do neither of them any good, after all. So it mentally rehearsed its little speech, responses to questions it (assumed) would be asked, and the questions it needed to ask in turn. But sitting in this little corner was starting to feel a lot like hiding in a hut of old, dusty bones. And if it hid, it would be found, sooner or later.
Hefting itself up to its feet, and trying its best to 'clean' the accumulated pool of oil (mostly just smearing it around and mixing it with dirt) before trotting towards the middle of the cave, six eyes scanning the area for Vargas before finally finding the master. It would- somewhat hesitant- begin its approach.
Vargas glanced up, recognizing one of the last of those with whom he wanted to speak. They were still timely--the timing was actually perfect; he'd gone from one to the next fairly rapidly and now he was free for Labradorite.
His mood had been bolstered, somewhat, by how well the other talks had gone. He'd gotten to know some of the Forge he'd hardly met, before; made up, in part, for their neglect (or at least started the process of doing so). Part of it was that he'd simply expected Overseer Orthoclase-Alpha to return to its duties, and thus hadn't picked up where it left off.
It was time to stop pretending that Alpha would come home. Its spawn, and those who had hatched alongside it, were his responsibility now.
He shifted to fully face the Labradorite, lowering himself to his haunches so that he sat in his upright, but awkward, hunch. Acid eyes met scarlet as he considered the Labradorite closely. Since last he'd seen, the oiled beast had grown spikes, and fins, and the strange flippers with their hefty claws.
Interesting.
From here, of course, he had other conversational plans--to find out what its training thus far had been, and to ensure that it had what it needed (both in teaching and in tasks) going forward. He didn't mention Kethri--if Labradorite wanted to bring it up, they could, but he hadn't seen any signs that they'd been close. If they seemed bothered, he could address that when it came up, of course; but for now he was focused on the topics immediately at hand.
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It was
It'd give a polite nod in response to Vargas's… apology?
Now to the meat of it- its new job and everything else that'd need discussing. Deep breath. It'd internally rehearsed this- why did it feel so unprepared? Like it was walking into a lion's den?
The Labradorite nodded
Its thoughts on the meeting? It hadn't quite expected Master Vargas to care about its opinions, of all things.
Labradorite would wait for a response, a reaction- hoping for approval, as opposed to the alternative.
@Vargas
'I should have sought someone out to continue my training, when it was clear the Overseer wouldn't return.'
The Overseer still lingering in Master Vargas swooned. Someone taking fucking responsibility?! He hadn't even expected that, not from any of them. At once, his attitude toward Labradorite softened as his perception of it shifted from "creature to be assessed" to "potentially perfect??"
He didn't interrupt, however; he only offered slow dips of his head in acknowledgment of the rest of its words. And once it had finished--once he'd absorbed all the rest it had to say--he gave a sharp nod and replied in his typically businesslike manner.
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The praise nearly made it froze. It had been expecting disappointment in it's lackluster training and skills, maybe begrudging acceptance of it's decisions. Vargas's
It could travel, then, and it would dig. That it had, for the most part, expected. It had some.. specific trips in mind, it would use these new privileges for, but hopefully it could also find time to train in between them. It'd certainly be easier, with more open access to caves with deeper, more interesting waters. The digging, surely, would take up it's time, but it's 'trips' weren't time sensitive. It could wait for a more ideal time, if need be.
Khavur and Chaos-Two some had in the past?
It's training- a smattering of various skills, taught by absentee overseers and itself alike.
Vargas nodded along, a little.
A possibility.
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It would nod,
Master Vargas's next words made it think. It hadn't
The gardeners- it wouldn't know anyone there, except maybe Maximus. Not that it was necessary to talk to others during the digging- that would probably just make it more difficult. At least it would be able to guard the finished farm with Zoisite- until it chose a more permanent job, that is.
It shook it's head,
Well that had gone... better than it had expected, to say the least.
Vargas nodded in response to Labradorite's comment--it would try, but control of the lights might not be possible. Acknowledged, then, by that one gesture.
The rest he found... interesting.
Artio, though.
And he would find it, too, for Baokrish; but that much had already been stated. A nod, and then,
exit Vargas;
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