Emotive laughed, the sound echoing across the domain like wind chimes made of broken glass.
"Good luck finding him in the Wastes of THE Fallout," she said with genuine amusement. "You and others really don't know how it's truly going to be out there. But no, you can do whatever you want, and I will do whatever I want."
She pointed at Noah's illusory image with possessive intensity.
"For this guy, he laid the claim on The First Tongue, so I shall lay a claim on him. I've always wanted to raise a dog. THE Creature and others are too big as they would eat me up, but this Osmont..."
Her eyes widened with manic desire.
"Ahh, I want him. I want him!"
...!
Her eyes radiated a manic light as she said this, and in the next moment, she waved her hand to pull out something that made the entire domain tremble!
A teardrop.
