It had been far too long since he'd gone out and done something! Well, he had been quite busy clearing pathways and gathering gems from around the room and organizing the gems by color and size and shape in the group's stockpile, but even these large-scale projects were starting to lose their charm. Perhaps he'd go look for gems in another room, a change of scenery would probably refresh his interest, especially now that he lights were back on.

For the moment Yuma was making arounds around the room, picking glowing mushrooms wherever he found them. These things were spreading like wildfire and as far as he was concerned they didn't belong here. They belonged in his personal storage area where he kept gems and bones and stones that were too interesting to just donate. He'd have them available if the group really needed them but why should he just give them away if they'd just get mixed in with all the others, right?

In his travels, flayed glowing mushroom tucked under one arm, a strange smell wafted his way. It wasn't the smell of a gembound and it wasn't rotting flesh. It kind of smelled like where he'd emerged early on in life but that couldn't be right.

Dropping his bundle on the ground (to pick up again later that day of course) Yuma dashed toward the direction of the scent and found the strangest glowing mushroom he'd ever seen. Except it wasn't a mushroom, or at least not one like he'd ever seen. A flower perhaps? Those didn't grow here very often at all. Whatever it was it looked like it was barely even there, like he could reach through it and not be able to take hold of it.

He had to have it.

With no tact whatsoever Yuma reached out with his sharp claws to rip the flower from the ground and spirit it away before anyone else saw it.

Yuma's elation disappeared in a second as his prize escaped his grasp, disappearing into thin air and taunting him with images of a new form it had taken in a room of life and water. Words not made of sound but emotions assailed the small aye-aye; emotions he could barely comprehend on a personal level but emotions that he immediately understood the significance of.

'It thinks it's better than me' the thoughts ran through the creature's head, his unblinking eyes fixated on the small orb that had been left behind. What nonsense! It was just a speck of existence, a machination of this world he lived in. What right did it have to claim superiority? Oh but it wouldn't think that way for long, not long at all. No anger nor rebuttal nor even dismay crossed through Yuma's emotional spectrum, but a simple cold rising glee at the thought of pursuing this haughty prey that had escaped his grip.

A single chuckle, followed by rising laughter resounded from Yuma as he gripped the orb in one hand and darted his crimson eyes around the room. "Oh poor precious thing." he spoke with glee, exposing his rodent teeth in a wide grin, "You will entertain me quite nicely. Wait there by the falls. I am coming, and I'm going to wash those smug emotions away as I tear you apart piece by piece and use your remains to decorate my walls"

Yes, this new form of the flower would be perfect to accentuate the gems and corpses he already had laying on his shelves. He just had to find it, just had to track down where it had disappeared to in the room of his birth. It was only a matter of time.

What a fun game this would be!