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[madgoddess]

you call upon Quintessa, the Prime of Life "Whether you are a creation of mine or not, you are welcome here..." ( . audio | video | text | action . )

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[madgoddess]

[ There's something about most Cybertronians that feels familiar to her, but it's a very particular sensation when she's encountered ones from her universe. The fake Optimus she'd faced in the Chamber of Mirrors' challenge had a hollow ring of it, but this is strong and direct to her senses.

Floating silently just out of sight, she watches this stranger. Observing the way he interacts with her garden and her little constructs. Finally she speaks. ]

This place suits you.

[maximalize]

[he doesn't start at the voice, because he's very used to holding still around skittish smaller beings, but some of the plating on his shoulders shift. not so much aware of a threat or preparing for a fight, but certainly aware of her presence, even if he can't see her yet. she'll likely feel the slight prickle of him doing a basic scan of the area. even if she was a danger, he would not fight in this location.]

I can see this entire hangar is well cared for. How else could such delicate creatures thrive?

[primal doesn't look around as he says this, but stays where he is. he doesn't want to move and alarm the little seahorses.]