Hemlocke hadn't particularly gone far - immediately going off to spy on and observe the creatures of Cetus could bring notice if they'd been approached by one of the Masters and tasked with... something? That wasn't for it to know, aside from that it could put them on higher notice, greater observation duty. This was, of course, under the assumption that modern-day groups held something resembling order in their structure and at least had sentry duty on the daily docket.
The odd hybrid, then, was definitely in the clear to hear its Overseer's summons and arrive on such short notice. It was another summons - and so soon - but with nowhere near the urgency of before. Hemlocke still arrived in a hurried manner, alighting atop a boulder and giving a bow of acknowledgement, "yes, Overseer?"
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As Desert had tasked himself with Canis, he'd easily seen Vargas heading towards the group's home-tunnel in the midst of another fly around the grave cave. He'd had little to no success so far- observation took time. Time he didn't like to spend sitting around and wasting away. Ennui was still fresh in his mind from when he'd lost that span of time between exploring with his brother and now.
He wasn't going to intervene in whatever plan the Overseer had until he was called for. As much as it shouldn't be much of an issue, the idea of him being an official servant of Vargas set an unrecognizable feeling in Desert. Was it dread? But, he was excited that he was being recognized in a more positive place than guy who sits around wasting away.
Anyways. He was already following somewhat, but when Vargas spoke he hastened to catch up, landing close by Hemlocke with his wings folding tight against his sides. "Overseer?" A short nod was given to him, with an acknowledging look towards the companion champion.
Ah, so that's why they'd been called. It was time, then. Of course, the feline would be in high demand- he wouldn't be surprised if Hemlocke wanted a breeding alongside Vargas.
To be fair, Desert figured another desert rose with Palefur's genetics would do excellent. Part of him wished to appease his Overseer, though part of him was eager to pass on his own gem and have more beings to pass on his ideals to. A second nod was given to Vargas before Desert leaned towards the feline by him.
"Palefur," he'd begun, using her name in a rare gesture of consideration- "Would you mind giving some magic to a stone of mine?" Already, he'd set his mind to pulsing magic into his stone, his head lowering instinctively for the sandy piece to avoid shattering. Magic flared strongly across his ear, a sharp sounding crack resounding across the tunnel as a slice of a petal rolled down by his neck and to the ground below. He must admit, he was surprised there was no selenite bits tumbling down along with it- it must have been clean cut. It certainly was as he reached down to inspect it a bit more.
But, he had to carry on. After nudging the resulting stone towards the lighter feline with a dull claw, Desert turned his consideration to Hemlocke. "And, if you'd like- perhaps a child between us would prove well?" He didn't have to speak for their own success in the trials. Any child out of them- with both of their knacks for survivability- could prove well with the positives of both parents. "I don't mind giving either stone or magic."
He had to bite his tongue at just a tinge of ego threatening to pulse through at the idea of more selenites about the caves. They were rare enough- perhaps they should be kept rare.
This is going to be quite a number of children, Hemlocke considered, then almost jokingly, enough for a rebellion in the Sentinels. The Overseer wouldn't allow such a thing, right? Dissension was punished quickly and efficiently. It shuddered, slightly; Imp's fate was still unknown - or vague, at least - to it.
No, not now.
Ruby-red eyes turned with a dipped head, ears flickering forth. Vargas had told Desert Rose and itself to create a child before, hadn't he? To create - hopefully - one with both of their skills and abilities for survival. The ultimate scout, if possible. Worse case scenario, it would be another pair of eyes in the sky.
Without another word, Hemlocke twisted its head around and tapped its beak idly against its garnet - as if waking it up. There was no fanfare or magickal sparkles as a piece simply fell off. All the strange alien got out of it was a mild headache and distinct feeling of emptiness where that facet had come off. Grinding its beak, the Eye leaned down, tossed the shard towards Desert Rose and set to work on another one for Palefur - more cat hybrids were desirable, yes?
Hemlocke didn't know when it'd be able to breed again - and there was an instinctive need to spread its already-proven self further.
Good. Desert gave the softest hum of approval as gems were exchanged. He was quick, first, to pull his own towards the wall, out of the way of the through-traffic (whatever remained of it, anyways). Its sandy texture took root fast against the backdrop of red. Good- with these colors, it could very well be mistaken for another rock.
The red of Hemlocke's garnet and Palefur's... Whatever their stone was- ruby?- would stick out like a sore thumb here. Well, at least they were nice gems. Reaching over, Desert took the sliver of red between two claws and took in a breath, channeling his being into it. All he got in exchange was a vague headache, and the faintest tinge of magic from the gem.
Well, that should be good, right? He took in a sigh as he placed the garnet beside his own stone and watched as it took root. Okay, good. Even the faintest spark of magic seemed to be good enough, then. Hopefully this child would be able to provide on its own with how little he gave it.
He... Honestly knew next to nothing about how children worked. This should be fun.