Sol was sitting in a beanbag, tapping on his phone, as Carp was sitting on his shoulder. He raised his head as his antennae picked up on a smell and feeling he hadn’t smelled before. The smell was a bit swampy, but accented with various herbs. And the feeling was something he could only describe as “must run must run must run”, and of course fear. He put his phone down, and made his spear appear. Not to use it in action, even though he was a bit scare himself, but to light up the area around himself, to try to see what was around. Small dirty footprints were on the carpet, and for a moment it ran through his mind that Big Mama wasn’t going to be happy (we’re in Sol’s room, Big Mama’s place). He sighed, and put his finger before his long snout as a motion for Carp to stay silent. Of course it wasn’t necessary, but he felt like doing it just to make sure Carp stayed silent, and also to remind himself to stay silent. He crouched as he was looking for whatever had the smell and emotions that alarmed him, sneaking silently towards the direction of the sounds that were now emerging from behind his backpack. As h put his spear above the area, he saw a Wyrm curled up in his bag, whimpering a bit, looking so scared. He made his spear disappear, so only the soft glow of his bioluminescent spots remained, as he scooped up the scared little Wyrm in his hands. “Hey little one… u lost ..?” Sol whispered softly. He gently held the Wyrm in one of his hands, while he fished his phone out of his pocket, dialing the only person he knew that worked with Wyrms. He waited for the phone to ring out, and when he heard the familiar sound of picking up the phone, he said “hey Spaggs.. I found a little scared Wyrm.. I can adopt him, if it’s not a problem for you, and Carp has been waiting for a friend as well. And I like the way he smells.” Even on his voice Spaggs heard, that Sol was smiling.
