Post by lredd011 on Oct 12, 2011 0:13:48 GMT -5
Per usual, Kolben was up before most of the Weyr, save the occasional drudge. He quietly grabbed his gitar before making his way out of the Candidate Barracks, careful not to disturb those on a normal, healthy, sleeping schedule.
He had mixed feelings about being at Solace right now. He was excited to be there, for sure. It was his dream to become a Dragonrider. But the recent events were felt in every corner of Solace Weyr and made Kolben wonder if his dream would ever become a reality. Weyrwoman Maai's death had brought widespread uncertainty to Solace. What would become of Grenth? Would any of them even be allowed the chance to Impress? Or would the newly hatched dragonlings simply go Between, never finding Theirs?
Kolben had made a habit of coming to the Records Rooms whenever he wanted a quiet place to think. He liked being around the Candidates, meeting new people, learning about life at Solace. But it was so much to take in in such a short amount of time. This time he had brought his gitar along. The Records Room, among other places, was of course abandoned at this time of day. He got settled in an old, wooden chair and began to strum absent-mindedly. He wasn't playing anything in particular. He kind of alternated between different melodies, playing a bit of one song here, a bit of another there.
A tingling sensation in his shirt sleeve caused him to all but throw his gitar down. "What the--?" The tingling sensation got stronger. "Hey, that actually kind of tickles..." And then, the olivine crawler appeared in an instant, pausing only for a moment to stare at Kolben with blinking eyes, and was gone in another instant, scurrying across the floor at lightening speeds.
"Not again..." Kolben muttered. He supposed he had Bonded with the creature, for it seemed to expect him to feed it every day. He didn't know much about the little critter, though he knew he preferred them to firelizards. Lizards were too fussy for his liking. These creatures were lower-maintenance and less vocal. In fact, they didn't make any sounds at all. But at any rate, he had found it on a trek on the outskirts of the Weyr the other day. Well, he had found its egg actually. It had been so tiny, it was amazing he even recognized it as an egg at all. But there it was. The Palest green he had ever seen, with speckles of darker green spattered across its surface.
He had happened upon it just in time for it to makes its entrance into the world. It didn't have wings...it just sort of slithered and scurried about. Kolben figured it was hungry - as most things are when they are born - and so he looked for something to feed it. Only problem was, he didn't know what it ate. Had to be something small since the crawler was so small itself. He found some sort of insect and offered it to the critter, who immediately consumed it without blinking, and crawled onto his foot, staring up at him, as if expecting more. Clearly, these creatures were not as picky as the draconic beasts.
Kolben was slow to realize it had Bonded to him. Every now and then, it would reappear. It would stow away in his clothing, in his bed, and in his belongings (though he had few), and reappear every so often (or whenever it was hungry most likely).
When the olivine creature appeared this morning, Kolben jumped up and tried to grab her, determined to try to scrutinize it further, but she was way too fast. She had already dashed right out of the records room and made a right turn. So there Kolben was, scrambling after what probably appeared to be nothing, gitar swinging from his back. "Faranth, please, at least don't let anyone step on it..." he said to himself as he continued his escapades down the long, dark hallways. It didn't take long before Kolben realized he had lost sight of her. Again.
"Shards," he mumbled. Out of breath, Kolben leaned against a wall and slumped down the ground. "Now what?"
He had mixed feelings about being at Solace right now. He was excited to be there, for sure. It was his dream to become a Dragonrider. But the recent events were felt in every corner of Solace Weyr and made Kolben wonder if his dream would ever become a reality. Weyrwoman Maai's death had brought widespread uncertainty to Solace. What would become of Grenth? Would any of them even be allowed the chance to Impress? Or would the newly hatched dragonlings simply go Between, never finding Theirs?
Kolben had made a habit of coming to the Records Rooms whenever he wanted a quiet place to think. He liked being around the Candidates, meeting new people, learning about life at Solace. But it was so much to take in in such a short amount of time. This time he had brought his gitar along. The Records Room, among other places, was of course abandoned at this time of day. He got settled in an old, wooden chair and began to strum absent-mindedly. He wasn't playing anything in particular. He kind of alternated between different melodies, playing a bit of one song here, a bit of another there.
A tingling sensation in his shirt sleeve caused him to all but throw his gitar down. "What the--?" The tingling sensation got stronger. "Hey, that actually kind of tickles..." And then, the olivine crawler appeared in an instant, pausing only for a moment to stare at Kolben with blinking eyes, and was gone in another instant, scurrying across the floor at lightening speeds.
"Not again..." Kolben muttered. He supposed he had Bonded with the creature, for it seemed to expect him to feed it every day. He didn't know much about the little critter, though he knew he preferred them to firelizards. Lizards were too fussy for his liking. These creatures were lower-maintenance and less vocal. In fact, they didn't make any sounds at all. But at any rate, he had found it on a trek on the outskirts of the Weyr the other day. Well, he had found its egg actually. It had been so tiny, it was amazing he even recognized it as an egg at all. But there it was. The Palest green he had ever seen, with speckles of darker green spattered across its surface.
He had happened upon it just in time for it to makes its entrance into the world. It didn't have wings...it just sort of slithered and scurried about. Kolben figured it was hungry - as most things are when they are born - and so he looked for something to feed it. Only problem was, he didn't know what it ate. Had to be something small since the crawler was so small itself. He found some sort of insect and offered it to the critter, who immediately consumed it without blinking, and crawled onto his foot, staring up at him, as if expecting more. Clearly, these creatures were not as picky as the draconic beasts.
Kolben was slow to realize it had Bonded to him. Every now and then, it would reappear. It would stow away in his clothing, in his bed, and in his belongings (though he had few), and reappear every so often (or whenever it was hungry most likely).
When the olivine creature appeared this morning, Kolben jumped up and tried to grab her, determined to try to scrutinize it further, but she was way too fast. She had already dashed right out of the records room and made a right turn. So there Kolben was, scrambling after what probably appeared to be nothing, gitar swinging from his back. "Faranth, please, at least don't let anyone step on it..." he said to himself as he continued his escapades down the long, dark hallways. It didn't take long before Kolben realized he had lost sight of her. Again.
"Shards," he mumbled. Out of breath, Kolben leaned against a wall and slumped down the ground. "Now what?"