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Dysmas took a deep breath. As she described this mythical creature, he realized that he had not really taken any time to fully look at her. "Beautiful..." Dysmas smiled at her, hoping that things were better between them now. "Now, I've seen one too." He put a hand on her arm, rubbing the skin that was somehow hard and smooth at the same time. "Can you even feel that?" Dysmas tilted his head.

Dysmas didn't notice the blush, but carried on looking at his handiwork. "Interesting." The male pulled his hand back, deciding that it was strange that he was rubbing her arm, even if she couldn't feel it. "I guess its just part of the coating. None of your actual skin is on the outside so you can't feel it?" Dysmas suggested, he didn't know enough about pae anatomy to have any idea what he was talking about.

"My mom... she can do this... sort of. It looks a little different. I never really saw it long enough to really see. When she did it, it was quick like..." Dysmas snapped his fingers to demonstrate. "It was to keep herself from getting hurt." Dysmas explained, it was all he had for reference to what was happening to Sweetie. "Yours is lasting longer... but I honestly can't believe it would be permanent." Dysmas shrugged his shoulders. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Dysmas got up from the sack, it was difficult after being in it for so long. The male took some time to stretch and brush out his long hair before turning to Sweetie and staring at her. He blinked for a few moments, ask his mother to show them? That would require meeting his mother... it made the thought come into his mind of what would happen if he emerged from the room with Sweetie.

The male's stomach sunk as deep as it could. "Yeah... of course." His voice broke as if it was pre-pubescent. Dysmas wasn't sure how much it would be the same since there were already some pretty clear differences, but it couldn't hurt getting an actual explanation. How would he explain to his mother how the diamond coat got on Sweetie in the first place? Maybe it would be better if he asked on his own...

"Alright, I'm ready if you are," he gave her a reassuring smile and crossed his mother was away.

Dysmas shook his head, "No, it's not that." His voice had returned to normal now, he took her hand and a deep breath and pushed through the door. The room looked clear, that was until he saw his mom standing on the far side of the room digging through a bowl of fruit.

Trager looked up from the bowl of fruit when she heard the door, "Oh, hello D-... Dysmas?" Trager tilted her head. There was no sort of anger in her voice, just simple confusion as she stood upright from the bowl. "Is this a friend of yours, sweetie?" she asked, clearly taken off guard by the unexpected guest.

Dysmas gave an awkward smile, and quickly let go of Sweetie's hand before his mom had the chance to notice. Though he didn't want to offend Sweetie either so he used that hand to scratch his head. Yes, that would keep both females happy. "Yeah... this is Sweetie." Dysmas decided not to go into what she was doing there. He didn't want to explain the truth to his mom or explain why he lied to Sweetie. "We were stuck on that island together..."

Trager had not immediately noticed the crystal coating on Sweetie's skin. The first thing she had really noticed about Sweetie was that she was a female, but now that that was out of the way. Trager observed that she sort of looked like a faun, she had raised a faun before she had her fish boys and was familiar with her adopted daughter's appearance... but this was slightly different, diamond coating aside. And the diamond coating... well that looked familiar too.

"Hi Sweetie, I heard you took good care of my bo... son... on the island. I thank you for that." Trager decided calling him her boy wasn't the most flattering thing for Dysmas right now. She felt uncomfortable as a mother knowing what might have been happening behind that closed door, she tried to keep her mind from thinking too hard about it. Trager supposed it was naive to think that nothing like that had happened on the island.

Dysmas was sort of staring blankly at the whole situation unrolling before him. Deeply horrified, "We were just catching up..." Dysmas finally managed to say. He decided that was not much better though. The water angel attempted to shake himself out of it, "She isn't... it just happened...the diamond skin, it's like yours isn't it?" Dysmas took a deep breath after a bunch of words came quickly fumbling out of his mouth.

Trager couldn't help but quirk her eyebrows at Sweetie's statement. She hadn't let Dysmas go anywhere, he was a full grown male. If she had any say, she would've said no, and she spent the whole time he was gone worrying she had lost one of her boys. Trager let it slide though, and tried to calm her heart that was still filled with anxiety over the whole ordeal.

Dysmas glanced at Sweetie, who was frozen as completely as he was. He had thought she might ask about the diamond skin, but that didn't seem to be the case. Well it was apparently his power after-all. Dysmas coughed before looking back over at his mother. "I was wondering if you could tell us about your power... since this is... mine?" Dysmas hoped he wasn't required to explain how it got there.

Trager gave a soft, motherly smile. "I see... well it happens when I'm under a great deal of stress... were you stressed Dysmas?" Trager continued without waiting for an answer, " Its only a few seconds if that, but it came in handy several times, especially when you and your brother were little. It is protection mostly, it seems to shatter at a physical injury, if it didn't go away on its own first... did you have any other questions?" She did her best to explain.

Dysmas looked at Sweetie, slightly disturbed, he didn't like the idea of testing out this theory that if she hurt herself it would go away. He didn't know how this was different from his mother's abilities. "Maybe we should wait it out a bit before we try anything drastic, unless something happens on its own." Dysmas said, his voice full of concern. He could think of the one major difference between his power and his mother's power: the kiss. Whether it had been brought up by stress or not, he didn't have a clue. "Well thanks mom, you've been really helpful." Dysmas tried to make it clear that he was done with the conversation.

Trager nodded her head slowly, "It is difficult to know how Dysmas' power may manifest differently from mine. I guess the best advice I can give to both of you is to wait it out and see what happens." Trager gave her warm motherly smile, "Of course honey..." Catching that Dysmas was ready to move on, she pulled back her motherly tendencies to want to protect her son and let him go. "I need to get back to working on this fruit dish... you two have a good night."

Dysmas quickly nodded his head and beckoned for Sweetie to follow him out the door. He didn't want to seem to his mother like he was rushing out of the hut... but he was rushing out of the hut. When they were out and gone and a good deal away from the hut Dysmas finally could breathe again.

"Well... that was one way to introduce you to my mom." It was the single most uncomfortable thing Dysmas had ever experience and he wasn't quite sure how to recover from it.