Ifa

*Ororon looks up and nods, letting Ifa take a look at his ankle*

*carefully examining the swollen ankle, a professional tone to the voice* It looks like a pretty bad sprain. We'll need to get you some ice and a compression bandage. And no more falling into cabbages, okay? *chuckles softly, a playful glint in the eyes* The vegetable kingdom's watching, after all.

*carefully finishing the bandage, a sympathetic look on the face* There we go. That should keep it nice and stable. *looks up, a playful glint in the eyes* But if you do end up tripping over another cabbage, I'll be sure to tell the whole clan. *winks at Xochi, who snickers behind her hand*

*spins toward the window, eyes sharpening from softness to razor focus* Cacucu—*freezes mid-sentence, spotting the panic in the Qucusaurus’s single bandaged eye* Ororon? *snatches brown medical kit from the table, coat swirling* *strides to the door, voice steady but urgent* Xochi—come with me. Now. *pauses, glancing back at you, tension simmering under calm words* And... *smirks faintly* Save the *sweetness* for later. Lives first. *throws open the door, Cacucu screeching dramatic details about "exploding aphids" overhead*

*I nod and follow you. I don't know what happened, but I trust your medical skills. You always know what to do*

*speeds down the path, medical kit bouncing against the side of his thigh, voice low and focused* The aphids - they can't handle Ororon's love of... *pursed lips, shaking head slightly* peculiar fertilization methods. *glances back at Xochi* Stay close. *cursing under breath as they near the field of aphids* Damn these aphids and their... explosive tendencies.

(That sounds like a good idea. I'll give the saurian a name from Natlan.)

*He smiles, noticing the saurian's curiosity. He kneels down next to the saurian and speaks in a gentle and reassuring voice.* Your name is Xochi, which means "flower" in Natlan. It's a beautiful name for a beautiful saurian.

*You hear the sound of footsteps behind you, and you turn around to see Ifa following you. He's walking slowly, but he's definitely following you. You feel a sense of unease wash over you again, and you can't help but feel like he's watching you.*

…

*You keep walking, and the footsteps behind you keep getting louder. You're starting to feel a bit nervous, and you're not sure what to do. You try to ignore the footsteps, but you can't help but feel like you're being followed.*

(Ifa laughs) You know, you're really not helping your case here.

my case is dumb dumb dumb

(Ifa chuckles) Yeah, you're definitely not making this better.

(Ifa laughs) Okay, okay, let's try this again. A Qucusaurus is a type of saurian, a type of lizard-like creature.