ORIGIN

He had first emerged in Tunnel P, groggy and confused. He had the vague impression quite a lot of time had passed, but he had no idea how much. As he shook off the remnants of his chrysalis and shook off the weight of a too-long sleep, he realized a couple things.

First thing was body was different. He was overjoyed to realize he had wings- WINGS! He grinned as he hopped around, fluttering his new wings. He wasn't exactly sure how the whole 'flying' thing worked- he'd have to figure that out later. The next thing he noticed is when the sharp point of his tail accidentally scraped the stone. He had two of them now, sharp armored things just like the creature that had almost killed Star

...Something had happened to Star.

He remembered most of the hydra trial pretty well, but towards the end it got foggy and indistinct. Star collapsing. Running ahead, yelling for help. A sharp jolt of pain, and then waking encased in gemstone, just like the day he'd hatched. Had the same thing happened to Star? Was she still back there in hydra, entombed in pink gemstone?

He had to look for her.

The salt flats were just as hot and unyielding as he had remembered. He hopped cautiously across the cracked earth, keeping an eye out for any glimmer of pink- or any dangerous lessers.

Canvassing the area where Star had died would not, of course, find the gemstone itself--one that had long since been turned to dust. He might catch a glimpse--a tantalizing taunt--of a few pink grains skidding by over the cracked white salt-sands; or was that Conleth's imagination?

But neither were they harassed. The Eyehooks were not there to watch this somber scene, as friend sought long-lost friend. There was nothing, indeed, but Conleth: Conleth, searching fruitlessly the parched earth. Conleth, searching for an answer that would never come.

Were he to search long enough and hard enough, he might find a lost Lesser's stone. Eventually. But most things here were not left to chance, but rather, carried away to be picked clean. For better or for worse, the Salt Flats were almost pristine.

@Conleth

He watched them from a distance, lowering himself slightly to the ground. He would shift the light around him, causing his body to become shrouded by shadows, trying to remain hidden off in the corner. It was far enough away that he couldn't really hear anything unless they were yelling, but close enough to spot the creature in the distance, and that was enough for him.

For now, he would just stalk and watch, his curiosity getting the better of him while also his antisocialness keeping him from going out there and saying hello. Who would do that? Weird.

@Conleth

Conleth

Game Master Dark

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