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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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[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.]