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Starseeker has a minion!

Rattletrap the Skeletal Rat




Starseeker
Legacy Name: Starseeker


The Dusk Bhakoru
Owner: TiMESoNG

Age: 14 years, 5 months, 4 days

Born: October 24th, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 5 months, 4 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: October 24th, 2009 (Legacy)

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 14
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 12
     
  • HP: 12/12
     
  • Intelligence: 4
     
  • Books Read: 4
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are.

High in his tower, the astronomer adjusts his telescope with a frustrated sigh and turns away from it. His eyes scan the small, messy area that serves as both his observatory and bedroom, as if hoping to calm himself with the familiar sights.

To one side is his bed; the covers are barely on, and crumpled astral charts lie strewn about the man-shaped hollow in the center of the mattress. On the floor beside the bed is a saucer holding a half-drunk mug of chai tea—which has a thin scrim of crudled cream on top—and a pile of cookie crumbs which have attracted a few cockroaches.

Across the room from the bed is a bookcase, its shelves jammed with many dog-eared tomes; some of the books contain relevant information, while others are quaintly outdated—titles spelling the word “old” with an e, and such. More papers are crammed between their covers and pages, scrolls and charts and all manner of things.The floor between the two points is carpeted with wrinkled clothes, crinkled documents, and mysterious tools thrown carelessly about.

Shaking his head at the mess, the astronomer turns his eyes toward the ceiling. A model of the solar system hangs there, the blown-glass planets sparkling in the silver moonlight like the gleaming stars they are. Spiderwebs trace delicate lines between Saturn and Uranus, their strands clouded with ages of dust.

Strange and wonderful objects dangle from every other beam: a brass birdcage; a handmade mobile of cups holding pencils, paperclips, and all manner of office supplies (positioned cleverly over the desk by the door); a rack of dried herbs; a tarnished sextant; the wire-jointed skeleton of a bat, its wings spread wide as if in flight.

The old astronomer, the old starseeker, reaches towards his face with a gnarled hand whose fingers are crimped like the branches of a wind-warped tree. He pushes his glasses further up his crooked nose, and despite the layers of grime and dust, the scratched lenses still manage to catch and flash back a stray gleam of moonlight.

With a soft sigh, he turns back towards his telescope, resting his old bones on the moth-eaten velvet cushion of the chair beside it. One hand gently pulls the eyepiece closer to him, while the other reaches for the loose pile of astral charts on the nearby table.

He consults the charts, nodding as he murmurs to himself about the alignment, then bends over his telescope. His glasses lens clinks softly as it butts against the glass of the eyepiece. His gnarled hand twiddles the focus knobs, and his dry lips twist into a grin.

“Hello,” he whispers softly; he sounds as if he is greeting an old friend, and in a way, he is. “It’s wonderful to see you again. How have you been keeping?”

The massive, dust-colored planet that fills his sight does not respond, but the old astronomer doesn’t care. He sits there contentedly, speaking to the distant star as if it were sitting there in the observatory beside him.

“Such a clear view of the rings tonight,” he murmurs. “And what a night you chose to come closer. You remembered, didn’t you?”

A bittersweet edge creeps into his voice, and his left thumb strays over to rub the band of the silver ring he wears. “It’s been thirty years, Adelle,” he says quietly. “Thirty years tonight. I’ve missed you so much.”

The image of the ringed planet blurs, and the old man leans back to brush a few tears from his eyes. He bends his neck down again once his sight is clear, smiling shakily. “Some day, Adelle, I’ll be up there with you.”

Pet Treasure


Bottled Star

Watchers Telescope

Broken Heart Fruit

Simple Silver Wedding Band

Pet Friends


Locktongue
Must you be so brusque?

Karl
No! Stay away from my mobile! It's made of glass!!

Zeramai
Ah, thank you! I rarely have time to do it myself; you're so kind!

Skiv
My goodness...You're back...?

Din Jin Jaro
My! Certainly, you may! Come up any time, and I will show you any planet you want.