"Hnnnmmm...," Paruneha grumbled, bordering on growling with how they were basically puffing up their chest, doing so to the point using their words wasn't physically possible for the [Forbidden] stigmai no longer. Standing face-to-face with the deadpanned Myulinana, and tendrils seeping out through the glassy tattoos plastering their body that wrapped around multiple jars of special honey, ones which shared a similar colouration to Paruneha's tendrils, it was clear Paruneha wasn't so keen on sharing the fruits of her inactive labour. Myu lightly sighed indignantly, struggling to find the words for the audacity of running into Paruneha, and struggling to compute how her father's request to greet the presently-honey-clutching stigmai would be fulfilled so soon.

  Mistaking Myu's sigh for disappointment for not having her own brand of honey, Paruneha tightened the strength they employed with their tendils against the honey jars: "None for you."

  "Yeah... I heard you the first seventy times, Awaux88," Myu grumbled back, not to the same realms of possessiveness as Paruneha had shown. Having watched the scene between the young stigmai from the sofa, Enetha was repeatedly befuddled by Myu's attempt to convince Paruneha she wasn't after the honey, leaving the little princess momentarily perplexed as to why she didn't hear the last part of Myu's sentence despite her mouth still very clearly moving. Only for the girl sharply exhaled when she recalled that a stigmai's Truename can only be heard by someone possessing that stigmai's stigma, or by a fellow stigmai.

  "...anyway. As I was saying, my father decided it was more fruitful for his fated bout against the Kaizu Calamity Squad and their allies in the future if I spent time in the Waking World, so he can focus all his efforts on training without hindering my... me... time...," Myu stated matter-of-factly, attempting in earnist to explain the potential rashionality behind her father's desision to put her in the care of Lizu, only for her words to trail off as something became increasingly obvious to her.

  Turning her head in the direction of the duo to whom her words were targeted to, Myu frowned, despondently so.

  Sitting on the opposite side of the sofa to Enetha, and with Lizu sprawled out on every other available space and using the guy's lap as a lap pillow, Inkaro stared at the small blueprint paper that Lizu smuggly waved about in his face, basically flaunting whatever creation was present on the blue paper. Instead of listening to the words of the cloud dragon in earnest reverence like she'd expected, the sofa-relaxing pair were too busy marvelling at Lizu's creation proposition to pay Myu very much attention, although their reasonings were vastly different: Lizu's being contentious pride, and Inkaro's harboured methodical fascination.

  "Interesting," Inkaro remarked contentedly, finding the sketch for a special set of curio earrings that Lizu made entirely captivating, mostly on their functionality, but he did find the design novel, at the very least.

  "Hey! You're supposed to be listening to me. This information is vastly important," Myu bellowed brattily before stomping her feet and slamming her tail against the floor, only to go cyan in the face with shame as she registered how improper and rude she was being, leading her following words to be more arcaic grunts than true words.

  Smiling wholly, Lizu amusedly chuckled, distinctly recalling herself doing something similar that Myu did as a kid, following embarressment included. And as she waved her free hand past Inkaro's head to convey her attention being put on the cloud dragon, the dragolyte playfully answered Myu with a rather blunt answer: "He cares not for the quest so grand, and I'm too set into sloth to muster the strength myself. But... the prospect of new magic might be enough to sway the reaper of the grimoires, if you catch thy drift?"

  Myu slumped her shoulders, somehow managing to feel annoyed at Lizu's archaic replacement of the word my, no doubt used to mock the cloud dragon's age; but focusing on such a petty thing when one of her targets were paying attention to her was more important to the slowly pouting dragon: " ... oh, so you were paying attention to me. One of you at the very least"

  "I've read most of the Tales of the Skycloud series and plenty of Pre-Stigmous History history books, I know what the Titans are, and that's why I'm not too keen on getting into such a hassle. But, and it's a big but, if you butter up the magic potential part of the quest, you may yet get this dumb cutie interested. Although I'll still be his number one interest, so don't be too disheartened if his reaction isn't to your liking."

  Lizu's mention of the Titans almost broke Myu, harkening the sensation she felt to getting upstaged by a baby when you're supposed to be a college graduate. The cloud dragon wasn't entirely certain on what reaction she should've had to all those words Lizu hit her with. Myu had half a mind to not respond, with the first thought popping into her mind being to return home and give combat training with her father a try. It was short-lived, however. Following up her first train of thought, Myu put her brain to work, such efforts manifesting in the form of another deadpanned face, which seemed like the safest option for a response.

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  But soon enough, Myu wouldn't have to think of a way to get the group invested in the prospect of a quest, as the sound of footsteps approached the house.

  Based on the tempo of the steps, plus the occasional metal dinging sound, it could only signify one short-height-striken teen was the impending visitor. Kicking the front door open like it wasn't locked, because it wasn't, Nuenala ever-so-kindly barged her way into the house. Strangely enough, her aggression was not born from anger or frustration, the opposite, actually.

  "Zueu~ Where are the rest of those lovely materials at~ I just can't wait to hammer the rest of those designs into reality~" Nuenala exclaimed playfully, bordering on breaking out into song with how flowery and ecstatic the tune within her voice sang was. In her hand, she affectionately held her storage curio, skipping from the front door right over to where Lizu was with the utmost discretion she could. Eyes locked on Lizu's storage curio, which the dragolyte had placed on top of Enetha's little head, having done so seconds ago without the little princess noticing, the blacksmith just could not keep herself from imagining the finished product.

  Nuenala's Curio:

  [Storage Moonstone Agate][Type: Storage][Rank: A]

  -A pale cyan gibbous moon-shaped gem filled with curio runes.

  Lizu's Curio:

  [Storage Rose Agate][Type: Storage][Rank: A]

  -An opaque rose-coloured gem filled with Curio Runes, and is shaped like a six-pointed star.

  Skipping her way over with graceful twirls, Nuenala raised a curio-grasping hand to Enetha's head before dinging the two curios, ushering the two to flicker symbiotically as they transferred their contents: the completed handywork of Nuenala to Lizu's and the to-be crafted ingredients into Nuenala's.

  With the rest of the materials in her possession, Nuenala spun on her heel, ready to head back to her cousin's house, when she noticed the cloud dragon pouting in the middle of the livingroom next to Paruneha.

  Nuenala took all but one look at Myu; one, one was all Nuenala needed. Myu gave an equally intense stare of confusion to Nuenala, mostly from the cloud dragon struggling to figure out why a kid appeared so competent at blacksmithing. Still staring at the cloud dispenser, but with a lower intensity, the significance of the dragon's presence in history wasn't lost on Nuenala, but she had long been burnt out on seeing absurd occurrences around Inkaro to give a normal reaction.

  On a somewhat related note, Nuenala's simple acknowledgement of Myu's presence was all it took for the blacksmith's playful innocence to contort into wicked teasing, with a contentiously instigating smirk as the cherry on top.

  Cocking her head in the direction of the otherside of the sofa, where Inkaro was, Nuenala provocatively raised her long and thin, metalic tail at Inkaro's face before patting him on the top of his head with a demeaning pattern to her patting: "Got yourself another one, ey, Inkaro?"

  Hearing Nuenala's words loud and clear, shown by him subtly slumping his shoulder like a notable burden had been placed on them, Inkaro finally removed some of his attention from Lizu's sketch, only momentarily, of course.

  "So, it would seem," Inkaro replied stoically as he plucked the blueprint from Lizu, that the girl was barely holding onto with any strength whatsoever, and properly looked at it, now that it was finally put in a state of rest. Suddenly finding both her hands free from the burden of holding anything, Lizu made it a point to employ the use of her newfound handiness right away; by dual pressing her hands right up into Inkaro's face, gleefully smooshing and squeezing the guy's cheeks to her heart's content. Despite not minding the action in itself, a complaint Inkaro had, if any, was that Lizu's hands were cold, which wasn't helped by the slow trickle of mute cyan clouds slowly filling the room that were also cold.

  Naturally acting as the generator of the muted cyan memoria cloud, due to her rising emotions, Myu was about to explode with... elation?

  Myu was practically bursting with excitement. She was so happy at discovering someone who shared in her love for the classics that she didn't even spare a thought or consideration for how odd it was for someone of her status to have watched a six-hundred-plus-year-old movie. Shooting her hands up excitedly at hearing Inkaro's subtle, maybe even unintentional, reference, Myu just couldn't help herself from adding to the conversation by saying: "I get that reference."

  However, such an oddity that was her, as a stigmai, knowing any piece of human media wouldn't go noticed by the group presently around her, so only two nods of concurrence were what she received, much to the cloud dragon's somewhat agitated delight: one from Lizu, while the other was at the hands of Morilore during an abrupt appearance.

  "I don't get it...," Enetha grumbled quietly, face still absent of emotion, but apathetic body language made her true feeling hard to miss as the little princess was practically melting into the sofa, like a sack of potatoes, whilst her cloth-like appendages were left to be lifelessly draped over the head of the sofa.