Kor sighed and looked at the ambrosia. He hated it and it hated him. They stared at each other for a long time, the ambrosia pulsing with magic and power, Kor's rage building slowly. He snorted and walked away, leaving the ambrosia alone once more. He didn't have the heart to tell Korono what would truly have to be done for it to ripen. He had to just do it. But he decided that could wait. He sat in a chair next to the fireplace, watching Korono and Kit. He had much to think on now. And time was slowly running out.