ORIGIN

His news was, predictably, exactly the opposite of what she wanted to hear. Overseers...gone? Were the caves untethered, then, absolute disorder, everyone answering to themselves and no higher power? Was the purpose of these caves just...completely thrown out the proverbial window?!

She couldn't accept that. No, it was literally impossible for her to accept it as it was. After all, she had been created to Oversee the nest's production, in her own way. Without that purpose, she was nothing but a relic, a curiosity, some old vintage valkhound that had no worth anymore other then an interesting slice of cavern history. And Tectus was NOT an antique store collectable - she was a god damn Overseer!

She rumbled, the base of a growl, but nothing so outrageous or threatening yet. "I see. So you are all running amok, answering to nobody. No numbers, no Overseers, no purpose. Then what is your purpose? What do you do?" It was blunt, and rude, but she was past the point of caring about the feelings of one little gembound. Because if they were not producing...

Well, it was only a matter of time, wasn't it?

"Well Chaos Forge sounds promising at least." Surprising, though, to know Vargas was so far from his home turf. Perhaps he, too, had awoken in such a way, confused, alone, with no greater purpose anymore. How industrious of him, to start something new.

"Where is Master Astraea?" It was quite sudden and sharp as she realized that all she had to do was ask. If she knew where he was (if he was still here, by the caves he better still be here!) then everything would be alright.