It wasn't often now that Greed left the confines of the room of bones, especially now that he plan was moving into action. With the creation of the group of Sins under way, things seemed to be rolling at their own pace. She knew that Pride and Envy had already connected, as had Envy and Lust. As for Gluttony, Wrath and Sloth, they would be around. She knew this, as if it were a certainty. They would all come together soon. And they didn't need her right now. She could merely sit back and watch her plans unfold.

But restlessness and boredom plagued her yet again, as it seemed they always did. She didn't particularly feel the need to explore, nor did she feel the wonder of exploration. Simply the primal, bestial instinct to do more, eat more, and find more territory to settle in. And Eridanus was such a place that she had not yet claimed as a place for her.

She had once been driven away by a cat claiming to be its protector and had not returned since then. If she could feel, she would probably detest this place. But her greed and desire to become completely independent, unbeatable, and unquestionable, beat every other instinct in her body. So she found herself prowling the dense undergrowth of the Maw of Mosses.

She was keeping a close watch on the trees for any sings of the foolish cat or any other enemy that would dare confront her presence in the forest when she heard a soft sound. She had never heard it before, almost like a small grunt. She altered her course so that she was going towards the sound, not particularly interested, but at least giving her a reason to be there.

She stepped through the ferns and found herself face to face with a small cub liking its pelt clean. Mammals were strange like that, she decided, always using their tongue and always needing to stay clean. Why didn't they just go into water? Why did they even bother at all? They would just get dirty again. This opinion definitely showed on Greed's hide. There were bits of dirt, dust, and grime stuck to her skin that she hadn't bothered to wash off in a cycle at least.

Why did her path always lead her towards children? She had been to many a hatching in her lifetime. She didn't quite care as young ones were more easy to influence then older gembounds. She stepped forward and leaned towards the cub, her tongue flicking to taste its scent. It was newly hatched, right? She could still sense the fluids on its fur. "You are new?" Her question was abrupt, but spoken in her quiet, smooth voice as she always used with the new ones.

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The curiosity of the young one intrigued Reseda briefly. She didn't visibly react in the slightest as it carefully patted at her nose. The sound was unfamiliar, but she could tell that it wasn't aggressive at least. She had no knowledge of the language of cats. She knew few cats in her cycles and none of which were her 'friends'.

But it seemed they couldn't speak as many young children couldn't. That was certainly very annoying, but she knew how to solve the problem. It was the same solution she had used with Pride. Reaching out with an invisible tendril of magic, she connected their minds and allowed the emotions to flood both ways. As for her end, where there was nothing but emptiness and darkness, she conjured up what she thought was a feeling of friendliness towards the tiger. But that was really all she could think of at the moment. How did a potential mother treat her children? She had precious little experience in raising Chaos, as the snake had been gone for most of its youth. As for the others, well, they hadn't gone so well.

Hear me, young one. This was always a good way to teach speech for, although she passed the words along through the mental connection as if she were speaking them, they came with meaning and thought as well - each word both something to hear and something to understand.

Reseda felt the snap of intelligence light in the cub and heard their words pass through the connection. She was right. This was a good way to communicate with the young. This is good. I am Reseda. Do you have a name or should I name you? It was a simple mundane greeting that she passed along. She was neither hostile nor particularly friendly, not warm or cold towards the young creature, but gentle at least. She found that being harsh with newborns did not really give a good impression.

But all this she hid from the young one, of course, as she had much practice hiding her mind through the connection. Instead, she only allowed them to feel from her a simple feeling of comfort and contentedness, hiding all the workings of her brain behind the curtain.