Unlike previous nights spent on the usual cyborware designs and sculpture syntheses, he's been doing much different work. Specifically, research on other worlds... not only that, but on worlds that are known to host dragons of certain sorts. He's never really been interested in much beyond the station before, save to find out where Mishka and Ty originated from, and now he's rather still surprised that these other worlds are just so plentiful! Some of them are worlds that offer only the barest of technology--or at least, his kind of technology. Many are strong in certain fields of magic, which interests the young mage to no end. Metal-magic has run in his family for generations, though it's always been a neglected part of his life. Most of his family considers it little more then 'an artistic gift', and that's certainly what Piotrich has been using it for.

Whatever the case, ever since that day that Mariette S'aller announced her escipade off-world, he hasn't been able to get the idea off of his mind. He's even managed to scrounge a little bit of money together through custom sculpture creation... not his most inspired work, but at least it puts him closer to an adventure of his own.

The idea of bonding to an offworld dragon has been tickling at the back of his mind even more strongly then simply going off on a wild trip. Sure, he's poor already. Sure, he can hardly manage to keep Mishka and Ty fed... but the prospect of having a bond of his own just won't leave him alone. Besides, there are welfare programs for new-bonders like he'll be, right?

Piotrich snorts and drops his arms back to the counter-top. He's getting ahead of himself... what if he doesn't bond, even if he stands? That's always a possibility. Then... well, then he'll just come back home and get back to work. At the very least, he'll have had time to relax.

Running a hand over the holographic screen, he pulls up one of the windows that's been nagging at the back of his mind. The article within the window reads 'Healing Den Geperna Clutch!', and is written by one of the station's many travelling journalists. The place, situated now on a planet called Tris'Hath, is given five stars by the writer: with scientific and life-style advances to challenge Star City's own, the place is not only affordable, but is currently hosting quite an unusual clutch, open to all candidates. Piotrich scrolls down the screen and taps an image of one of the lovely mothers. She is frozen, perching on a sun-struck hillock, but when he clicks on the image, she throws off silver rays as she struts in a never-ending 3D loop. He wouldn't mind having a dragon like that. Not even if he... or she, he supposes, were to grow to such a great size. His apartment is tiny, but he can always find some place larger...

Piotrich leans forward on the counter, causing Mishka to squawk again as he nearly squishes her. Worming her way out from under his stomach, she gives him a reprimanding chirp, and flies up to her sculpture-nest that hands from the ceiling. The mage pays her no heed: he's too busy weighing the pros and cons of attending this particular event. Finally, after much time passed staring at the looping dragoness, Piotrich makes his decision. He'll go, damnit. He'll go.

Slowly, so slowly that he doesn't notice it, the young man drifts off to sleep with his filigree-embedded forehead pressed against the backs of his calloused hands. It will be the first sound sleep that he's had in ages.