Gold Orb and Miniraka stared at each other. For a moment, sparks and thunder almost felt as if they were manifesting physically between the "eyesight" of the faceless two. With his hand patting the orb, Kyrie turned it around and resumed patting it.
"Let's not fight here, you two. Continue, Yraka. I have to feed it my blood and be kind to it, right? Any more tips? Since you feel charitable because training others will be too annoying for the mighty Yraka." Not losing the chance, the young man sneaks in a snark directed at his master, who growls in annoyance.
"No, that's all. Continue with your routine with my advice and it shall hatch in a few days." Kyrie nods as the golden orb relaxes under his palm. "Also, stop antagonizing it. It hasn't done anything bad; it deserves the benefit of the doubt."
