Solomon smiled ruefully, feeling the drain on his senses. "Ah, I guess that was a bit too early . . ." he said. With a deep breath, Solomon walked back to his room, where his egg was waiting. It had simply sat there the whole day - a pretty lonely way to spend the day, in his opinion. Well that was partially his fault, so he may as well spend what little time he had remaining before he went to bed with it.

Still, what to do . . . ?

"Hey there," he said conversationally. Solomon supposed he looked a bit ridiculous talking to an egg, but there was no one there. Also, dragons. "My name's Solomon. You probably can't understand a word I'm saying yet, but . . . it's nice to meet you. Sorry for not seeing to you sooner. It's been a long day. Say, why don't I tell you a bit about it?" he ended, grinning sheepishly.

He decided to treat it as his silent companion for the night, and talked about the life-changing - at least for him - events that had happened this day. Not the least of which was obtaining the egg for a companion. He smiled, wondering what kind of dragon it would be, hoping that when it hatched they would be able to get along.