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When Daesva had suggested this adventure, in which humans could go and craft their own friends, Caerynn had, of course, been confused. Were there humans with the power of creating life, then, apart from those of their species that were child bearing? Why was this power not used more rampantly, when there was such amble bounty on their planet? If they had so much waste, why did the humans not simply make more life forms to absorb the excess, and help to cleanse and purify their air, water, and lands? Her human lessons also had not mentioned anything about there being the opportunity to create and purchase these friends- that seemed akin to keeping friends prisoner, in lieu of in the symbiotic relationship seemingly shared between humans and their companion animals.

Naturally, after some consideration and research, Rynn had eagerly agreed to join Daes on this endeavor. They, too, would engage in this life-giving ritual, and they would bring their new companions back to the rest of the Cadets. It would, no doubt, be inspiring to the others, and the simple thought of sharing this experience and being one of the first of the Cadets to create a friend certainly inspired a feeling of superiority in the purple-haired Cadet. She would, she decided, gift her companion to the Commodore- she was not lonely, surrounded as she was by her fellow Cadets, but the life of Commodore Lyndin was seemingly a very lonely one. She would choose only the very best of companions for him, and they would select a name for it, perhaps, together.

Her bright green eyes stared at the yellow and blue signs, at the cheerfully stuffed creatures- did… did all humans stuff and mount friends? That seemed a dangerous endeavor, indeed. Would this cause pain? Oh, that seemed like a poor plan indeed. But she had already agreed to engage in the activity, and so she swallowed, lifting her glamoured chin and staring at the few, scattered, humans within the ‘shop’. Shall we go in? Daesva asked, and Caerynn swallowed, nodding her head in agreement. Yes- yes, they would need to go in. Find out what kind of a place this was, in truth: Was it a torment, for those ‘companions’ trapped within these walls? Or did they, somehow, find joy in being ‘stuffed’ and gathered into the loving arms of a human partner?

Moving over to the door, Caerynn opened it wide and started to enter, only to be almost knocked over by a group of human spawn. So instead, she stepped back, patiently waiting as a frazzled woman emerged with a small assortment of screaming children. Goodness- to have so many of them all at once, now she could understand why children seemed to be so rare on Velencya. They seemed ill-mannered and… human, she supposed. Their clothes and their hands and their limbs were so small and delicate, their frames so… short. Stout. And their ears so large and their knees so dirty with the soil of their homeworld.

“I believe,” she told Daes conversationally, “this will be what some would call a ‘learning experience’.”