Praying joyfully while waiting for certain changes seemed to have become a habit for the Spirit Furs.
Their prayers held a unique charm. Unlike the people on the various islands, those human believers of every kind, the Spirit Furs were joyful and pure. These lively little creatures radiated a delightful air, offering simple, sincere blessings for their companions. They had been born from their mysterious master and often received his mysterious caresses. They could see their god every day, standing among them and leading them in song and dance. They were happy Spirit Furs.
Ruger felt that these little creatures had influenced him, and he relaxed considerably.
The Legtisa Bug was still changing. Stimulated by the special feeding, it had grown thicker and sturdier, already matching his forearm in size-his arm back when he had been a little Kobold at his scrawniest, of course.
Its crystalline, translucent body curled up into a ball. Seeing that the bug was reasonably stable, Ruger stopped worrying so much. In fact, a few minor irregularities would have been manageable. Among the things he had fed it in sequence were substances that stimulated its healing ability and enhanced its vitality. All of these had made it a powerful bug, a powerful vessel for refinement. One of the preliminary steps had also involved feeding it something that promoted digestion and completely altered its digestive capabilities. Everything was inside its body, undergoing transformation through the Legtisa Bug's unusual physique.
Gradually, the translucent bug changed again, its color beginning to deepen.
This was an excellent bug.
Ruger made that judgment inwardly. Its various reactions all confirmed this little bug's excellence, and also proved that Tuzel and the others had raised it well.
A suitable Legtisa Bug would not become a sacrifice in a single round of Spirit Fur