Curator POV

Now that's not what I was expecting. As I named Babe, a kind of....cocoon formed around them from magic. Can't see them, or what's going on, but it's probably alot more change than what Vekla went through. Heh, kinda curious to how he'll respond to this too. We'll see when they finally get here. Now then, we'll put a pin in that for now and do some more prep work to take in these new arrivals.

Looking my domain, it's not hard to see a good spot to prepare. On the other side of the now, half full, pond that was dug out to help form the oasis, I'd start leveling some of the sand. Packing it down and ensuring it's more stable would be easy, as would leveling it out, but that doesn't feel like enough. It'd be nice to kind of ring the area with some type of plant life but I can't just make plants out of nothing, right?

Hmmm...lets see if we CAN do something about that. Looking around and closer at the plants nothing really stands out. Just those grass tufts, that agave thing I accidentally made, some other yucca plants around. There's the start of what looks like a joshua tree sprouting which is good. Yanno, I wonder if any of those skink-le are knowledgeable or good with plants. That'd be good, as plants are needed for paper, which in turn is needed for books. There's a few other succulents about too and...that one looks like a prickly pear. Lets see if it works the same then, push comes to shove, this doesn't work, but if it does, over time, that lil 'camp site' will have some spiny, natural, barriers around it!

Taking one of those plants into my pocket to break it apart and get it ready, something...weird, would happen. As I focus on the plant my vision kind of...zooms in on it and through it somehow? Looking through the plant like that, it's surprisingly easy to see how things kind of work there. Mentally forcing myself to not look so close, that perspective zooms back out, resulting in a mental smile. That will, for sure, come in handy for now though back to the task at hand.

Picking out the spots that I want those plants to start growing from, that vile...liquid...that was taken from the skink-le, would be put to use. Equally soaking the sand in those spots, leaves from the cactus in my 'pocket' would be plucked and planted halfway into those. If it's anything like the prickly pears I know, that should cause the leaf to start growing into a plant of it's own. We'll have to see though as that's a process that can take time, and well, I don't want to spend any more mana than I need to right now.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

Working really does make the time fly when it's fiddly stuff. Or maybe the nights are kind of short here or this time of year. Then my attention is drawn to that mana shell around Babe starting to crack and crumble in kind of like a black hole is sucking it in piece by piece and the question to those changes slowly becomes apparent.

Babe POV

Awaking to an almost ravenous hunger, I would reach out, and start consuming that shell around me. The last thing I remember before waking up was Curator naming my role, and a powerful surge of mana pushing into me. After the changes to Vekla, I am curious to what changes I have had to myself. The feeling of strangeness one would think of such a drastic change would be imperceptible, as they are simply a part of myself. Looking down it is...strange to look down into my own eyes, while also being able to look up into my own face. A face that I did not posses until the changes were made. Reaching up with chitinous, and almost pink looking, hands I would explore and feel that new face while watching from that lower head.

Feeling over my face, and, I guess snout, it is a strange sensation. The flesh there is still somewhat chitinous like the rest of me, yet soft, almost supple, like the hide that Vekla had after his own change. A drape of hair frames my newer head, it looks like it too would be soft, yet it's rough and almost seems barbed. It does not catch on my hands as I run my fingers through it though which is nice. As I examine myself while pulling in the rest of that mana shell, it is easy to feel Curator's attention on me. They feel...excited and curious.

'Oh, you're just adorable! That name choice fits even better now, an ooooooh, man. You have got to be the cutest archivist ever, and, you're all mine, well, as long as you wanna stay that is, I ain't gonna force ya too.'

Well, he seems quite pleased by the change. The compliments though are not what I was expecting at first, and feeling a warmth in those new cheeks as I can see them darken by simply looking myself in the face, it's easy to tell I am blushing.

"Th-thank you Curator. I am glad you find this form pleasing to look upon. It is a very....odd thing, but not at all unpleasant. With hands it will also be much easier to write things down to record them, and to handle object much more than pincher claws were"

For emphasis my right claw, and right hand would raise, a simple wiggling of those fingers accompanied by the soft clacking of that claw. So many possibilities just an extra set of appendages would give, let alone, a second head. Moving around some with careful steps to get used to the new balance and higher center of gravity, it would be easy to note how much faster I cover the distance in Curators core room much more quickly.

"I also seem to be larger now. It is...hard to tell accurately without something to compare off of."

'Your not wrong there, from what I can tell, you were roughly hand sized for those skink folks before. Now your comparatively the size of what I'd consider normal of a house cat. Again, if sizing is as I'm used too. Hard without a for sure, and static, frame of reference!'

Curator POV

I don't know what I was expecting but a mix of cute Japanese pig orc and arachnea was definitely not it. Man oh man does it fit though! Please don't let anything happen to my lil Babe, or there will be hell to pay for anything to bring them actual harm!