[Oh, believe me, child, Ammy has had her fair share of scuffs and scratches from beasts that are scared and hesitant to accept her aid - much larger than these little things. Thankfully, she's a sturdy beast herself, and a howl that shakes the heavens usually gets her message across pretty quickly. That, or a butt with her head and a cross snarl. She can be loving, kind, and forgiving, yes...but even a mother's patience can be expended. Especially in times of great stress, like this.
But for tiny, baby animals such as these? Ammy does tend to act a little gentler...most of the time. In all honesty, she would love to just growl at the cubs and make them freeze long enough for Chara to grab, but Ammy still has some semblance of kindness in her heart, despite the circumstances. So, instead, she flicks her tail in a circular pattern over the tigerlilly cubs and lets the divine magic of Bloom take root in their hearts. The seed of calm is planted, and when it blossoms in them, the fearful cubs are turned into purring, mewling kittens, which approach Ammy and Chara gladly and affectionately. She usually reserves this skill for plants, but it has it's...other uses, in a pinch. Certainly a nice bonus.
As the effects wash over the tigerlillies, Ammy wastes no time in grabbing them by the scruff on their necks, one by one, and dumping them (a bit rougher than normal - she didn't forget that scratch) into the flowerpot with their brethren. Just in time, it seems like - the ground gives a low groan, an eerie message that the sands of time are running thin. It's time to leave this island behind. Now.]
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But for tiny, baby animals such as these? Ammy does tend to act a little gentler...most of the time. In all honesty, she would love to just growl at the cubs and make them freeze long enough for Chara to grab, but Ammy still has some semblance of kindness in her heart, despite the circumstances. So, instead, she flicks her tail in a circular pattern over the tigerlilly cubs and lets the divine magic of Bloom take root in their hearts. The seed of calm is planted, and when it blossoms in them, the fearful cubs are turned into purring, mewling kittens, which approach Ammy and Chara gladly and affectionately. She usually reserves this skill for plants, but it has it's...other uses, in a pinch. Certainly a nice bonus.
As the effects wash over the tigerlillies, Ammy wastes no time in grabbing them by the scruff on their necks, one by one, and dumping them (a bit rougher than normal - she didn't forget that scratch) into the flowerpot with their brethren. Just in time, it seems like - the ground gives a low groan, an eerie message that the sands of time are running thin. It's time to leave this island behind. Now.]