06-27-2018, 11:12 PM
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Looking up at the egg while Roxanne spoke, her main pair of eyes went to her adopted sister - specifically on darting around about her. It seemed that Roxie really wanted this egg, though Rosemary couldn't honestly understand why. Reptiles seemed more primitive, compared to mammals, and they lacked the intelligence necessary to be interesting. Yet, Roxie seemed to enjoy babying the crocodile baby, so Rosemary supposed this lack of intelligence might be a pro to those like the pink and brown feline.
Sighing, she nodded in agreement with Greed. "I'll help as well. I can use wind from below, but you probably don't want to trust me on lifting the whole thing by myself," she stated, twin tails flicking as she curiously considered how to get it back to the ship. Tilting her head to the right, she added, "We'll need to make sure not to tip it over. In some reptile species, that causes the baby to drown in their own fluids, because they've attached to the sides of the egg. We don't want the baby to drown, after all." Her tone remained mostly flat, void of horror or compassion for the creature's fate. Because it was still in its shell and likely dumb, like most reptiles.
Glancing at Caesar, she huffed slightly. "Do you think it's an accident that none of us have scars from feral animals, except you? If you had more sense than arrogance, you wouldn't have to worry," she stated pointedly, motioning with her right paw to his mud-stained scars.
Sighing, she nodded in agreement with Greed. "I'll help as well. I can use wind from below, but you probably don't want to trust me on lifting the whole thing by myself," she stated, twin tails flicking as she curiously considered how to get it back to the ship. Tilting her head to the right, she added, "We'll need to make sure not to tip it over. In some reptile species, that causes the baby to drown in their own fluids, because they've attached to the sides of the egg. We don't want the baby to drown, after all." Her tone remained mostly flat, void of horror or compassion for the creature's fate. Because it was still in its shell and likely dumb, like most reptiles.
Glancing at Caesar, she huffed slightly. "Do you think it's an accident that none of us have scars from feral animals, except you? If you had more sense than arrogance, you wouldn't have to worry," she stated pointedly, motioning with her right paw to his mud-stained scars.