Eyes in the dark.
Solomon was in a foul mood which was normal which wasn't normal was the current event which currently traps him in his lair which was the source of his fall mood. He wanted to leave to actually put the money he earned into use in paying for his wedding and potentially tour the kingdom ephemera had acquired. But no, he was stuck here alone in the tower The timefall disrupting the portals that got him and his fiance to their destinations. So Solomon occupies his time with the only thing he can do, work upon the forge.
The Draco equalizer was proving to be a veritable goldmine of resources from dragon Bone and scale to the mysterious medal that was its mechanical additions to even the meat itself somehow being resistant to rot. Then the abundance of technology he was getting from the Chimeramorph refugees There is so much to be worked on all of the free time in the world. Yet He still only had two working hands. Sure he hypothetically could use his wing hands but those came with a side of impossibly sharp claws that would cut through any tool or material he was holding. So he went about a shell around his torso and back that mechanical arms could be grafted to next was controlling them That was fairly simple a controller That would be placed in his mouth It took a bit for him to master and one of these days he was just going to get in a neural interface
Solomon thanks for a moment while weaving muscle into esoteric alloy, a complex process necessary to forge his latest set of armor. He did have that weird bit of metal in his skull and the entire lair seemed to respond to him. Maybe he already did have his neural interface and he just had to figure out how to connect it. It becomes the next thing Solomon works on in his solitude disassembling the wall of one of the guest bedrooms so he could study the rune work.
In the lights work by copying it down for potential reverse engineering. He found it oddly refreshing.
Still He was stuck alone and couldn't even talk to his therapist due to something he had little ability to control.
“Tarul better get his ass over here The gear horizon is getting really old”Solomon commentates eternally trying to keep himself busy next with home making, finishing the four post bed and moving ephemera's plushie collection into it including the ones that were nearly as big as he was. It was then The Pall of thunder revealed the true reason for his foul mood with a tremor in his hands. Well maybe he could make a bed for the biz buds. He has enough spare straw and probably a large enough box to fit the two of them somewhere. Solomon gets to work placing the bed in the corner of the master bedroom. Maybe he could fix the wine frog too. Solomon continues to keep himself busy eventually culminating in him running out of things to do and settling tossing large stones off the roof of his tower braving the intense wind and reverse rain of the timefall
He did not go about this activity alone, eyes from the dark crawl forth from the water, those who worship the deep crawl forth from the ocean seemingly immune to the timefalls affects They stare upon the wyrm in waiting, the unborn old one. He who will be and they can think of only a few emotions that are called to them reverence, worship, obedience and disappointment that he has not shed his mortal skin. It was unnecessary they thought a god should not aspire to keep human form.
Meanwhile in the neon Jewel in the oceanic void that is saphara another pair of eyes stirs in the dark the eyes of a wayward Prince flutter open The deep purples regarded his room with confusion. The last thing he remembers was listening to the siren queen play a quite nice melody on her harp. He remembers joining the performance then nothing. Perhaps he was more tired from his excursion than he thought. No matter the day's laborers we're not done. He had a modeling gig to attend and The queen would likely want to see him.
He gets up noting the time and begins his process of getting ready for the day bathing doing his hair and nails skin care and The first bit of light exercise of the day. Ali wondered what strange cuisine would be served for breakfast today. His pallet had expanded greatly and he had only been here consciously for a day. Maybe it would be those strange blue pancakes or that sushi. Ali shuffled the question to the back of his mind as he dried his hair, and put on the clothes that were provided for him maybe he would use his first paycheck to incorporate some of the local fashions or get clothing that matched The style of his homeland or maybe a synthesis of the the two. Ali emerges from the bathroom dressed and Going about the process of putting on his collar to the concerned expression of the people who were interested in his awakening.