Welcome to Gaia! ::

Fae smiled. "Well, I adopted him when he was a baby." Her eyes gleamed wickedly. "But he can summon up little boxes with treats in them. He's making me fat." Staring down at her relic, she realized the truth of Risika's words. Power abounded in Gaia, it was true. And really, it wasn't that shocking that maybe these little paperweights would turn into kids. Everything else seemed to. Hell, she was afraid to pick up a lucky penny on the street for fear it would burst into a squalling child the moment it hit her pocket. "Double soul, huh?" She smiled faintly. "Do you suppose we'll get two kids, or just one with multiple personalities?"

" Well they become two children with usualy veryly differing personas. BUt as time goes by and they grow up, they eventually become one. This being is not particularly 'bipolar', but in a sense it is because the other sibling who became less dominant still has a say in things. OR at least this is what I guessed form seeing two merged thule."

Risika paused to think upon what she just said then nodded, as if agreeing with herself. She remembered seeing the Saedare pausing for a moment, her brow furrowed as if listening to an unheard voice. There was deffiantly sill two beings in that mind.

((Oddly enough, I shall always associate this avvie with Aduthule, seein' as we picked it up during the concept contest XD))

Ahaha. Latin. Contradictii. What a mouthful. Would've been a little more comforting, if that was what the name had been in because Latin was relatively young and all and that would make these Aduthule more likely to be manifestations of man's desperation to find The Truth as opposed to something universally significant.

"Sika's a bookworm," Jan replied quickly, nodding in agreement with herself. "Reads lots of stuff in that museum back there. Apparently that means she 'knows' things," add to 'knows' finger quotes and subsequent finger wagglings, as near as can be done with relic in hand.

Fae grinned. Bookworm. That was something she could relate to. "I've never been inside that museum. Hell, I didn't even know it was there until recently. But you've met some of these in their not-rock stage? How fascinating..." Fae scooted closer, impinging on as many personal bubbles as she could. "What're they like? Are they pretty?" Beauty was, after all, paramount. Or if not beauty, at least a very unique sort of interestingness. At least as far as Fae's children were concerned. At least she never pretended not to be shallow in that regard. (well... maybe sometimes.)

Risika smiled, ignoring the fact that she was now being pressed upon on both sides. This is why she became so engrossed in the whole idea of the museum, absorbing any and all information she could, she loved telling others. Whether it was the attention or just the fact that she was able to help them out with their questions, it still made her happy.

" Well I believe they are 'pretty.'" She pondered back on all the thule she had met then nodded. " Some can look fairly sickly and even sinister, but none are 'ugly.' It's quite interesting to see them all though, considering how different they are from each other."

She watched Jan eye her own relic with a quizical look. She figured Jan was pondering the same exact thing that she had been, fox like relics turning into children, looking intirely different.

" It is quite interesting to see them as a relic, looking like what I think, are foxes, and then turning into small children, looking nothing like they did as relics. Certain traits as relics to pass over though. For example the wings, ears and markings. Its such a mystery, even I haven't found out why, even after my researching."

Taking another moment to ponder on what information she had gathered from experience. How big did they get?

" Well," she began hesitantly," I'd say that when they are first 'born' they are about a foot or so tall. Then around adolescence they're like three feet tall. I'm not too sure how tall they get after that, but they really don't get that tall."

She smiled again, nodding with pride at her own knowledgement.

((Whoa. Sorry for not noticing it's been my turn for three weeks gonk ))

"Oh God, I hope not," words in a breath, pouring out in the first moment of thought, no time wasted on anything so mundane as thinking about tactfulness. But she was in the company of friends, right? Or at least peers - of some sort, in some category - whatever.

But... with those wings. Goodie. This was going to be fun. Because the easy part about kids was that they were usually within grasp. Aaaaaaaagh. "So are we assigned to taking care of... magic, dialectical midgets?" she attempted to summarize after a moment of purse-lipped thought, "....Hunh."