The flower continues to glow... but is it dimmer now?

Note: You may investigate the flower. Please notify a gm when you do something to the flower!

The feel of Hestia's bacteria was steadily growing stronger and stronger. Each day she was becoming more accustomed to it, and it was nice; she'd nearly forgotten what it felt like beyond just a stagnant sensation lingering beyond her reach. Always in the same place, never moving... she'd almost accepted that Hestia existed in the form of a chrysalis. But now it was different, she was alive, and moving, and so young and eager to learn, and while Nemesis might have been busy with affairs, Magdalena was leashed to Monoceros due to her own obsessive need to monitor Odyssey. As such, she found herself keeping an eye out for Hestia as well. She'd been lingering by the ridges when she suddenly heard the cacophony of noise below, including Hestia's own voice. Magdalena reached for her signature like an aftertaste, but in the sudden swarm of Gembounds, it was drowned out. Annoyed, the canine rose.

Slowly she descended and approached the group. They were all strangers, intruders, trespassers within the realm of the Merrymen and she wondered what Diamondfang or Louie would have to say about this. Never the less, Magdalena didn't have the fire power alone to ward them all off. She followed the sound of Hestia's voice and her warm, musty smell, until at long last she had reached them. Stepping carefully, she approached the hybrid's flank and gently brushed it with her shoulder. "Hestia. What is going on?" Magdalena spoke quietly, casting her blind gaze out to the gathering and beyond.