Born in White Valley in the year 10741 to Transience and Kaalkin, Sensorium proved himself in the arena of hunting and searching, working Neres exploration and the like. His ability to shapeshift is less strong than his mother's, yet he doesn't seem to care.
He is most often seen in a strange form: without legs, but instead having a long naga-tail that is quite bent, arms with spines from his Kshau ancestry, and smallish feathery wings. He has the Rhiin ears, deep brown skin color with pale green spots on his back, his hair is wild and a color of mixed mud.
He is a sensory addict, he can sense everything around him for miles, and control it closer up. His strongest power is that of an electric based attack and teleportation. Like his father, no matter where the electricity is, he can get there.
Sensorium's quarters are set near the main malls, where he can keep up on everything without having to strain. He likes his place to be softly lit, all the furnishings are rounded and often leather bound, low to the ground and in dark colors. He has a penchant for wines, and has a stock from nearly every world they have visited. He is attempting to duplicate some of them, with only limited success.
"He was very skittish at first, but the peace and quiet in here is good for him," Sensorium says. "His name is Tumbles, look at how his markings just tumble all over him." A smile graces Sensorium's odd face. "I'm sure that with a little rest and peace, he'll be wanting to visit the other felines on the ship in no time. He's going to be fine."
"I would. Where are we headed?"
"You don't know already?" Viridia asked, and Sensorium smiled.
"I like to be polite enough to be told, my friend, so no I do not."
"Keltic, it's a Glenn dragon sanctuary. We've sent some other likely partners to Rose Cavern for the other half of our outing."
"Will we be able to remain in these quarters?" Sensorium asked as he slithered around the low furnishings.
"I think so, but you'll want to add a corridor to the flight dome. Your dragon will want that, if anything. And you willl.... well, you don't need a corridor, do you?" Viridia laughed at her forgetfulness. Of course he could reach the flight dome without any effort whatsoever. As long as they ran the air current generator he'd be able to locate his dragon's presence.
"Can I choose the egg myself?" Sensorium asked, as they climbed into the transport. "I would hope to sense it before bringing it aboard."
"You should be able to. But I have heard they have a "wild" clutch as well. Wouldn't you like to see what might come of that?"
Sensorium tilted his head, and pondered. "I might at that." He scribbled a note with his powers onto an e-pad, and it read something about 'find a scribe machine to have a plaque made for new dragon's home/ include info/ name, gender, etc.'
"They come in different types, too," Viridia said, reading over his narrow shoulder. Sensorium adjusted his wing so that she was obscured from seeing it.
"Hey!" Sensorium laughed. "This is my project. Go get your own. ... What kind of types?"
"Different colors, and types of powers. Air, sea, land... You know... And the colors are so beautiful. You've seen the few we already have."
"Then I hope to add something new..." Sensorium added 'type/color' to the plaque idea, and then settled in for the ride to Keltic's site.
Tumbles stared at the egg silently. The cat wasn't sure what to make of this.
"It's my Keltic Dragon egg, Tumbles," Sensorium said, as if the cat would understand him. "It's from a wild clutch, so I don't know who the parents are yet. I know that it's big..." He patted the egg gently.
"Now, to spruce up the place a bit..." He began getting new plants for the walls and a soft carpet of mossy-ground to cover the floor near the egg.
"It'll be happy here... I hope."
"There you go, you're done." Sensorium said, slowly stroking the green's still-wet skin. "Rest now. You deserve it."
Viridia and Kaazha came to call, after settling her Glenn/Rose Cavern dragon down. "Look at him. He's going to be a good healthy dragon." Sensorium said proudly.
"He's got a good caretaker," Viridia assured him. "His name is Elmay?"
Sensorium nodded, his long ears waving. "Yes. I think he's going to be sleeping for a while. I wonder what kind of powers he'll have when he grows up."
"Hopefully nice peaceful ones," Kaazha muttered, hearing the squealing noise coming from her quarters. She sped off, while Sensorium made up another batch of the dragon's special baby liquid diet.
Now that they were on solid foods and starting to talk (well, Elmay was talking, Sensorium knew that Kaazha's dragonet had hardly belched out a 'please' or 'gimmie' before now!) Sensorium could hold down a conversation with the dragonet and teach him the ways of the Ship.
It seemed those lessons were paying off. In his sleep, Elmay muttered, "don't fly too fast into the dome... people don't like that... wish I could fly..."
Sensorium chuckled and dimmed the lights down in their quarters. It would be a great life, together. And someone down there on the planet nearby had a female... eager to find others of her kind.
There might yet be more little Keltic or Rose dragons before long! They would have to wait until being adults, but Sensorium went off to find the caretakers of those dragons, to see about this mating signup...
