At a year and a half, the half-child already feels old. He is ancient, eternal, unending, and yet... yet, he is also but a babe. He knows almost nothing of this world and even less of the denizens that walk its plains and peaks, valleys and gorges. He already fears his own death and his own mortality because death will mean the end of life and learning; however, this fear is an anomaly. He does not fear or fret over the death of others. He is fascinated by it. Their death is an opportunity for his mind to grow. He dreams of taking bodies and dissecting them. He longs for the moments when injured bodies will come slinking back to him, ready for his needle to repair their wounds, all the while allowing him to be educated. And indeed, those days will come, but not yet.

So for now, the ancient child wanders the meadow, hoping he might find buzzards circling over carrion rotting in the meadow or, perhaps less so, he wonders if he will find the girl who explodes things again, and might learn some more from her (if that could be called learning). Instead, the half-child hears something different entirely. The sound is halfway familiar and halfway lost in the depths of his mind. Closing his eyes, he searches for the answer to his query. It is Tobias who comes to the answer first, though. Egg, he offers, sending the surgeon an image of Shida's princess rocking in his egg. Adelric opens his eyes and smirks, responding with his own thoughts and pictures- the day of Tobias' hatching.

Eagerly, the half-child abandons his search for death and instead begins a venture towards life. His walk brings him towards a large rock. Slowly, cautiously, the surgeon ventures around the back of it, ready to run at a moment's notice. He need not be ready run, he finds out though, when he spies Erebos at the back with an egg at his hooves, black nose poking tentativly through the crack, meeting the Princes nostrils with its own. As for the half-child... he has rarely felt elation, hardly known real joy, but kn this moment he experiences both. He is sure his friend has deserved this far longer than he has. There is nobody in Helovia as amazing as his best friend. Adelric is not sure how he got so lucky.

"Amazing," he murmurs, circling around to the front of the pair, cautious in his movements, tentative with each step, hoping not to disturb the sanctity of this moment. Erebos was, of course, present at Tobias' hatching, but Adelric hardly considers himself worthy of such an honor. Instead, he studies from afar, critical eyes wandering over each crook and cranny on the shell, analyzing the way the structure chose to dismantle itself. "Do you feel it?" he queries, eyes dancing up for a moment, but trying g not to appear too eager, lest Erebos chastise him for his intrusion.