Upon further inspection, you grow all the more confused at the sight of it...that turtle looks almost like a living plush doll somehow. It doesn't look to have scales or a hard shell as it sits there on its rock above the water. It looks...almost as if it came from some sort of toy factory, complete with fabric-looking skin and a flimsy, soft-looking shell.

"Syrcaid and her toy alchemy," Bastard grumbles behind you, rolling his eyes. He glances to you and shrugs, not seeming too interested at the matter at hand. "That there's a Valentine's Day gift from Starluck--I mean, Syrcaid--to Vaprrenon. Her name's Murtle...three guesses what that name rhymes with," he half groans, clearly not amused with the rhyme.

You glance back at him only a moment curiously, then look back to the scene before you. What strange little creatures those two are...you wonder what they are exactly...species, or even what they might be made from, in the case of Murtle. Too bad they would be too scared of you if you approached to so much as ask. You suppose it will just have to be another of the world's long list of mysteries.

"You're in luck," the Lonely Bastard says to you with a smile, pointing at the pink being. "That there's Vesrunt, another Christmas gift to Vaprrenon from Star--er--Syrcaid." You hear him swear to himself about remembering his creator's new name.

"Yeah, erm, she had the CCF members fill out a form of patterns and colors and she created some surprise gifts for everyone from them. Vaprrenon got that little guy...still not fully sure what he is, but guests like yerself seem to like him a whole lot, at least," the man says with a shrug.

You hardly hear what your guide is saying to you by this point. You are too wrapped up in watching the strange creatures before you. Vesrunt glanced back in your direction, his large ears perking up. You find yourself holding your breath until he turns back around, worried that the strange cyberpet might be able to hear the two of you.

He dips his snout into the water, two-toned paws in the pond's waters as well. He refolded his wings as he drank, and wagged his strange feathery-looking tail. After a moment he raised his head again, turning back around. You blink, swearing he is looking directly at you.

He snorts, some water still dripping from his small chin before shaking his horned head and turning away, walking along the edge of the water away from you. You glance up at your guide curiously, though the Lonely Bastard just shrugs.

"I dunno," he responded, clearly as confused as you. "To tell the truth that guy always has me confused. He's...different, like he has a few extra senses or someting. My theory is it's that jewel-thing on his forehead."