Glory didn't often make a habit of going to Orion, but sometimes he felt it necessary - the ore here was sometimes better and, well, you really couldn't beat the crystals. But the Sinful Seven made it a little annoying to collect anything from here. He didn't want to risk offending Envy or, well, any of them, and he knew how jealously they guarded their things (or maybe that was just Envy).

But today...well, he did find it necessary. He'd almost run completely dry of quartz crystals and was running low on an assortment of little gems to augment his pieces with. Those things were better collected in Orion then spent searching far and wide, digging everywhere in Monoceros, or, worst of all, digging through all the trash in Tunnel J.

He was soaring through the large cave, a lightweight pack hanging from his body, and a strange metal thing clutched in his beak. His eyes darted around the cave for a place where he could dig out some crystals with relative ease. There were plenty to choose from, of course, but he would rather have a large cluster of small crystals, then a small cluster of massive ones, which, unfortunately, seemed to be the more frequent occurance.

Movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. There was something on the throne, something not tiny and not green at all. More like a gold and white. He didn't know the Sinful Seven well, but he was pretty sure there was nobody in it with their coloration.

Curious, he banked and changed his direction, now soaring towards the creature on the throne. As he got closer, her realized that it was a tiger. A very, very small tiger, most likely a baby. Maybe even a newly hatched. He pulled his body up and flapped his wings quickly to slow himself before he set himself down on the stone and folded his wings. He set down the metal contraption and stepped forward towards the tiger. It was sitting on the throne, as if it were the ruler and he couldn't help but see how much it looked like Envy sitting there, but only in posture. "What are you doing here, little one? Why are you on the Throne?"

Glory was more then a little taken aback at the sudden rush of questions the tiger presented to him. At their age, he'd have thought that they might have known a few words maybe enough to form a sentence but not...this. And such a curiosity...was he that curious when he was that young? He didn't think so. "Ah, boredom is hard, but there is already royalty in Orion. I dare say that the King who calls this thrown their own would not be happy with another sitting on it." Although...what could Envy do to a tiger, even a young one? Give a few scratches maybe. Or, well, they could have magic. He wasn't sure.

And quite the name as well! Glory didn't often know gembounds that gave themselves two names, but he was no opposed. "I am called Glory!" And, as always, as he said his name, he puffed out his chest and stoof taller, making sure that his brilliant golden plumage was caught gleaming under the light of the lamps above. He bathed in his own grandeur for a moment before he remembered that the tiger was waiting for answers.

He scoffed, feeling a twinge of insult at the tiger's presumption that he was simply a tool of information. "And why would I explain any of these things? I have only just met you." He clacked his beak with annoyance, considering just flying off and leaving them alone, but he was not quite that rude. He'd started the conversation, after all.

Glory narrowed his eyes. Ignorance, innocence, and nice serving of entitlement was what he gathered from this cat. It was new and had no idea, yet it demanded answers, expected them to be given. Glory had no problem telling young ones what he knew. He helped when he could but when it was demanded in a fashion like this...he would give it, yes, but not before teaching an important lesson.

His eyes darkened and his head stretched forward, the feathers on the back of his neck bristling slightly. Heat began to dance along his feathers and some of them began to smoke, giving him a darker, more frightening appearance, obscuring the golden light of his gem. And with that came the horrible smell of burnt feathers. "This is your home, yes, as it is my home. But you know who else calls these caves their home? Monsters. Demons. Creatures that would not hesitate to eat you or kill you. You have much to learn, Orlaith Clawvale. How do you know that I am not one of these monsters? How do you know that I will not give you false information? That I will not toy with you, play with you, and kill you when I'm done?" He clacked his beak again, his wings ruffling as he pulled himself back. After a moment, the smoking stopped and he was simply left with a few charred feathers fluttering to the ground. He didn't mind. He would be molting soon anyways.

"Don't assume you deserve anything. You're new and you have much to learn. Do not welcome strangers so freely in the future. I know of more then one who would not hesitate to rip out your throat or burn you alive if you talked to them this way." Like that accursed black wolf...or even Dread, perhaps. He sometimes thought with his appetite and his instincts then with his head.

Glory shook his head, absolutely dumbfounded how the child had come to the conclusion that he was a monster. He had not attacked, he had not tried to manipulate them. Sure, he had scared her a bit, but to leap so far...ugh, Glory hated dealing with children. He'd rather go back to the simplicity of his interactions with Dread - present a gift he'd made and the dragon would scoop it up with a thanks and hoard it, as he did all things.

He didn't give chase to the tiger. He simply called out, "You have much to learn if you think I'm a monster." before turning away. He picked up the metal contraption and jumped off the edge of the cliff, heading towards a place where he knew he'd find some good gem clusters.

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