Vargas stepped back, eventually, and eyed over Chaos-Two's form: it looked decent, hands and hooves where they were meant to be. The kicks had been in the right direction, and his guidance mimicked well.
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Vargas stepped back, eventually, and eyed over Chaos-Two's form: it looked decent, hands and hooves where they were meant to be. The kicks had been in the right direction, and his guidance mimicked well.
Chaos-Two looked up at Vargas, nodding. They would work hard in order to achieve their goal. Of course they would, they never gave less than 100% at anything.
They looked up at Vargas,
Vargas considered, trailing the claws of one forelimb slowly, but with pressure, along the floor. The three claws more to the front left long streaks, but it seemed an absent, thinking gesture.
He considered, glancing back again.
Chaos-Two nodded slowly, understanding.
They lowered their head respectfully and looked up again,
Of course they'd take their sibling. They were thick as thieves, now, with a bond so tight that little could be done to break it. Who said love wasn't powerful- oh right, Vargas did. Someday it would probably kick them in the asses, but today was not that day.
Eat, again-? It had just eaten. This amused Vargas, more than anything (
He would have planning to do, it seemed. This would be a tad cluttered, time-wise; they had a spawn due to erupt (one to be handed off to Lord Dhracia, no less) and he'd need to prepare a trial in that time, if a simple one. Chaos-Two's journey would be shortened drastically--he'd have preferred to give them a cycle to wander. It was, perhaps, too much to cram into too little time; but he could not blame Chaos-Two. Yes, its desires were what prompted this offer, but...
The first choice meant that Chaos-Two would have but a week; then return to help raise his Terror of the Deep, and then its own spawn, here in Draco. The second would allow it to return in a week to help raise the Terror, but then leave again for a cycle or so, or less if it wished it, and reproduce once when it returned. Vargas did not care which it chose--but both options were on the table.
Chaos-Two had turned to leave, but stopped to listen, facing Vargas again. They mulled it over for a moment before nodding.
They took off at a trot before lunging forward into a lope, their spear clutched between their teeth as they galloped off into Draco, excited to tell Khavur of what Master Vargas had told them, and even more excited at the prospect of a name... or creating a life.
They'd have to ask Khavur what he thought.
Vargas watched it go, considering.
Considering what test he could dream up.
Considering how well it would actually train the new generation. He'd have to see--to guide it, to remain close and cover anything that Chaos-Two missed. He could teach them both at once, that way.
Vargas didn't see it as forcing a "use" for V-Chaos-Two, a creature that had once been simply deformed--he'd fought to find a place to make use of it but now, he was dedicated to ensuring that it fulfilled that purpose. There was no reason it could not, and certainly if it perfected its work, it would be a great load off of him. With the Orthoclase's departure, "babysitting" would include a great deal more training; Vargas would already have to pick up the slack that the Overseer had left lying. (Granted, by his own permission, but the fact remained.)
So this training--this was no longer a farce, but legitimate. He would ensure it had a strong groundwork, a basis from which to learn and teach and--beyond that--his test would need to be genuine. No easy, simple test, though it would still be more forgiving than those forged for specialized Valkhounds. No: this was one for a generalist... he just had to figure out how to do it.
Hm. This would take some thinking.
Vargas turned away again, moving off toward the Black Spire and the Womb: but his thoughts were already picking through possibilities, and a trial was already in design.