In Polaris, it wasn't uncommon to see crystals and cryalises. What was odd, however, was the sight of this particular crysalis. It was tiny, barely any bigger than an ordinary rat, and an odd grey-ish color. When the light hit it, it glowed random colors, as though it contained every color that existed.

It began to rock and shift, as though something inside were trying to get out. The movements seemed rather weak, as though whatever was inside wasn't terribly strong. If one were to listen very, very close, they would be able to make out tiny, whimpering sounds.

And then, with a final shudder, the chrysalis would shatter. Left in the shards was a tiny, helpless seeming creature. Its rounded ears were sealed back against its head, and its eyes were closed as well. Its fur was bright white, and seemingly rather shaggy. The Gemling whimpered pitifully, unaware of the nearby golems, squirming helplessly on the floor.

The little Gemling made pitiful little whimpering sounds. He could sense something nearby him, but nothing else. He squirmed towards the presence, until he collided with a feathered body. The Gemling squeaked, little nose twitching and picking up an almost fish-y scent.

There was a sudden, loud sound, and his ears unsealed, drooping as they tilted towards the Gembound. Mongo whined pitifully, trying to make sense out of what the other Gembound was saying.

The Fossa squeaked, sensitive ears hearing an odd sound. What was that? Was the thing he was touching making that sound? Could he make the sound? He tried, only to make a pitiful little squeaking sound. Well, that was embarrassing.

The fluffy thing he was against began to move, shifting around him, and he twisted to try and follow it. Something hard pressed against his side, and he made a disgruntled sound.

The soft, fluffy thing seemed to press against his side, and he nestled into it, seeking the warmth. He was comfortable, and this was soft.

The Fossa Gemling made a contented sound low in his throat, pressing into the bigger Gembounds feathers. So soft, so comfortable. It made him feel safe.

And then there was that sound again, and he focused, trying to understand. New? Was he new? Well, his could only remember a little bit back, so he supposed so. He made an uncertain squeaking sound.

Something was covering his back, and he pressed into the Gembound. This was comfortable. However, as he did so, he became aware of a pain in his left eye. It seemed to radiate, going deep into his skull, and he whined.

Move? Could he move? Uncertainly, he wobbled to his feet, taking a few stumbling steps under the seagull's wings.

The Fossa squeaked, able to pick out the encouraging tone. A dud? What was a dud? He assumed it wasn't a good thing, since the thing seemed happy he wasn't one. Yay, he wasn't a dud! Whatever that was.

He whined pitifully as the warmth moved from his side, missing the warmth already. Where was it going? The Gemling stumbled forward, trying to follow his fellow Gembound.

Speak? Say ahh? He opened his mouth, and made a squeaky "Ahhh," sound.