The Traveller

Chapter 57: Spice and Dragons

"Ack!" Hearth cried, catching the final escaped creature as Fai made tiny amused sound.

"Of course you laugh. You let them out of the tanks, you just had to figure out how to do that," He sighed as he gently put the escapy back into there enclosed homes. He got little dragon chittery laughs, mischievous as only newborns could be.

They then flew over curling around his neck, gently he pet them softening as they licked his face.

"Karma is going to love you, I wonder if you'll be telepathic or speak physically as other guardians do," he said nuzzling there little head.

There a coo in reply.

"Yeah live it up, you won't be so cute and innocent before my little wish," he giggled also a bit amused "But no letting them out, I want to get places for them to live and things grown wild before I release them. You don't want them to get sick and die right?"

Fai looked upset at the thought and flew over to the tank, tapping on the firm glass watching the creatures inside.

"You'll be able to chase and play with them soon enough Fai, there almost done," Hearth said softly, but he did walk to a final tank that he was having issues with.

He wondered what Karma, Oneiro Sol and Thanatos would think of the tiny Guardian and this project.

"I do want them to all love it, but this generation meant for around the tent seem to be not quite right," he frowned, gently he pulled out one creature while barely moved.

It was a coding issue, it just seemed to be missing something.

Something.. creative.

After all, there were suppose to be Dragonflies that were mini dragons.

"Poor thing, your meant to fly but your bound to the ground," he said gently petting its tiny head. It was too quiet, not making noises like the dragonflies in other tanks.

Palette pushed forward, as this needed a much more creativity touched power. Fai chirped feeling his monster magic shift, watching in interest.

It had been a very long time, but he summoned his weapon.

A giant roller brush/weapon appeared in his right hand.

"Hello old friend," Palette said softly, it pulsed lovingly in his hand. Goth pressed against his mental self, giving comfort.

"I'm going to need help... but your still rather big, I'm no longer the same child.. so its time for you to evolve," Palette said, he'd never done this before even though it was possible due to memories. He remembered his parents training him, back then his Roller had been enough.

After all, he usually died before he got to the point his magic weapon could get to that point.

The Roller pulsed, agreeing.

"Thank you," he said and concentrated, the roller brush glowed and... shrunk?

((Oh, its so cute. It took a useful form, as you have other weapons now)) Goth said pleased.

His Roller was now a tiny brush, it reminded him of a tinier more evolved version of Broomie. Well Ink was his parent, no he should have expected this. The bristles looked normal, but when he placed magic in it paint began to gather.

"We'll my friend, lets get you better," Palette said bringing the mini broomie down.

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"Alright you all, enjoy your new home for awhile," Hearth said as he played the three tanks in the living room. Carefully places so no familiars, guardians or small babybones could open them but gave plenty of views of the tiny new species.