"No, I didn't think you'd have plans for yourself yet," Aethril murmured thoughtfully, half to herself. Aside from hunting and eating, of course. She glanced back towards the Spire briefly, half-expecting to see Vargas lingering there-- but where ever he was, Aethril couldn't see him.

"Come on," she told the new one.

She started walking, heels click-click-clicking on the cave floor. Only briefly did she pass a glance over the other chrysalises growing out of the walls. She'd have to pay those some better mind at a later date, when she could be bothered to deal with the Master.

The room yawned into a narrow tunnel. "The tunnels are ordered by letters," she said, like Valkhounds know what those are. "This is tunnel G. Vargas keeps it guarded, so you'll be left alone for the most part while you're in Draco."

Just... not from other Chaos Forge members.

"You'll have to tell them who you are and that you were created by Vargas whenever you try to return to Draco."

"To keep the unwelcomed out of there," Aethril said simply. "When we create something, it needs time to grow. A month or so; sometimes longer. The thing that you broke out of had you inside it, and though it keeps you mostly protected in that time, it can still be destroyed before you have a chance to defend yourself."

"There is also the Oilstone Spire. Some don't like it," the Valkhand's head tilted. "But don't you worry about that for now." She would rather not think of Dontacael's hive right now-- or whatever rebels were left over after Jupiter's death. Or Nemean, who might do it simply because it was funny.

It wouldn't be long before Nemean crawled out of the Eyes, she suspected.

"You should focus on yourself," Aethril advised. "Think about what you want and how you'll get it. Think about how you're going to hunt."

Aethril gave a little hum, her pale eyes narrowing. Chasing and breaking was good-- it was entertaining, if nothing else. Maybe this one would make a good guard dog if it enjoyed chasing and snapping bones; though Obieth wouldn't approve too much. Maybe she could convince Vargas to train her and set her loose on some village or another.

But what good was that if Aethril couldn't see it?

Maybe they could set her loose on the hive? On rebels? Aethril's gaze flicked from Chaos-Eleven and to the tunnel rolling out into another room, the cool chill of Pegasus lingering in the air already. From here, she could see indications of trees beyond the guard that stood by the entrance.

One thing at a time, the Valkhand decided. "It's not far now,"