Sep 15 2015, 06:40 PM
somewhere, someone in the distance is screaming "no madison, you have enough posts to make, you don't need more threads"
i do not hear them.
Life was becoming more and more routine for the cat. Gembounds came and went through the caves; some he'd recognize, others he didn't. When he spotted a friend, he would shout at them from his cliff and talk to them briefly before returning to his work in his little den. Most of the time, he'd venture out in the morning, collect whatever he thought was interesting, and bring it back up to the cliff. Then he'd spend the rest of the day in his alcove, experimenting with rocks and trying to build things out of them, seeing how each material reacted to being manipulated by his magic. So far, he'd learned that the basic rock types: granite and limestone, mostly, or anything sedimentary was the easiest to change. He'd learned that it was because they were composed of tiny smaller particles that made it easier to break apart. Soft or composite could be broken down or built up because the grasp of his magic could cover so much more surface area. Whereas complete stones - crystals and gems, or volcanic stones, were more difficult because they were so much more intact. It took a lot more effort to break them open.
His studies had been going well for the most part; Bartos tried not to pay any mind to the affairs of the other Gembounds that lived in Orion. They didn't bother him, and he didn't bother them, so there was no point in interrupting what wasn't his business. But he couldn't help but notice the chaos that seemed to follow one deer in particular, who often had a white lion trailing behind him. A lion like Faelon. Bartos shoved the thought aside. He'd watched them every now and then, curious - he didn't know if they knew he was there, after all, he was pretty quiet. In any case, he made the effort to avoid them as best he could.
This particular morning, his paws took him back to the circular stadium in which he'd originally found his spectacles and a point cluster of pink tourmaline. Today he was on the hunt for more exciting gemstones - after experimenting on some of them, he determined that some were easier to break apart. Granted, all gemstones were miles more difficult to manipulate than composite rocks, but it seemed like gemstones existed on a scale of hardness all their own. That was why he'd come down here, hoping to find more gems to experiment on. With a wave of his tail, Bartos made his way through the wide hall that would open up into the round seating area. As he did, he placed his focus on the sensation of the stone in his chest, wondering if he'd be able to detect anything. Alas, the magic flickered and vanished, relaying nothing back to the cat. He'd have to go in blind.
i do not hear them.
Life was becoming more and more routine for the cat. Gembounds came and went through the caves; some he'd recognize, others he didn't. When he spotted a friend, he would shout at them from his cliff and talk to them briefly before returning to his work in his little den. Most of the time, he'd venture out in the morning, collect whatever he thought was interesting, and bring it back up to the cliff. Then he'd spend the rest of the day in his alcove, experimenting with rocks and trying to build things out of them, seeing how each material reacted to being manipulated by his magic. So far, he'd learned that the basic rock types: granite and limestone, mostly, or anything sedimentary was the easiest to change. He'd learned that it was because they were composed of tiny smaller particles that made it easier to break apart. Soft or composite could be broken down or built up because the grasp of his magic could cover so much more surface area. Whereas complete stones - crystals and gems, or volcanic stones, were more difficult because they were so much more intact. It took a lot more effort to break them open.
His studies had been going well for the most part; Bartos tried not to pay any mind to the affairs of the other Gembounds that lived in Orion. They didn't bother him, and he didn't bother them, so there was no point in interrupting what wasn't his business. But he couldn't help but notice the chaos that seemed to follow one deer in particular, who often had a white lion trailing behind him. A lion like Faelon. Bartos shoved the thought aside. He'd watched them every now and then, curious - he didn't know if they knew he was there, after all, he was pretty quiet. In any case, he made the effort to avoid them as best he could.
This particular morning, his paws took him back to the circular stadium in which he'd originally found his spectacles and a point cluster of pink tourmaline. Today he was on the hunt for more exciting gemstones - after experimenting on some of them, he determined that some were easier to break apart. Granted, all gemstones were miles more difficult to manipulate than composite rocks, but it seemed like gemstones existed on a scale of hardness all their own. That was why he'd come down here, hoping to find more gems to experiment on. With a wave of his tail, Bartos made his way through the wide hall that would open up into the round seating area. As he did, he placed his focus on the sensation of the stone in his chest, wondering if he'd be able to detect anything. Alas, the magic flickered and vanished, relaying nothing back to the cat. He'd have to go in blind.
