"Could he be any cuter?" Woodie chuckled to one of the other 'hikers on her ship, and the other girl giggled. The delicately-winged and multiply-antennaed male had hitch-hiked onto the Caledrus (which was completely normal) but then had set up a base camp of sorts in the garden area near Airich's place (which wasn't completely normal). Airich's dragons were okay with him, he wasn't exactly the sharpest crayon coloring that bulb...

But he was intuitive of things in a way that few others could match. Quiet in voice, but absolutely loud in terms of what he loved to do or hear. Maybe he was dropped on his head as a larva. Maybe his parents had flown too close to bug zappers... But this sweet hearted fellow wanted a dragon of his own, or maybe more.

Speaking in his normal drawl most of the time, occasionally Oman would speed up until he was almost hyperactively screeching, excitement about whatever particular thing made him spastic. Dragons were among those things, the thought of having one near him to call his own practically caused an aneurism.

So, Woodstock went out to find him a place to sit down with eggs or hatchlings or whatever there might be for him, pressed the coordinates into the 'drive and off they went. Mindspace was closely related to their own universe, it wasn't a long trip. There were some extremely unusual parents to be found...

And found they were! Well, all over the place. Mindspace was an endless brain-blowing trip for Oman, look at that one! And that one! And that one over there! (GLaDOS eat your heart out!)

Given that Oman Awesomesauce was prone to being spastic when dragons were merely mentioned, attending the hatching of a clutch must've been overwhelming to him. Indeed, while he wasn't bouncing off the walls, the brightly dressed hitchhiker seemed to ignore the filthy conditions, practically vibrating where he stood with excitement.

It wasn't entirely clear what attracted them to him, but two hatchlings, as different as night and day, began to approach him. Maybe it was the bright colors, though anyone would be at a loss to explain that, since they had no eyes. Maybe it was his movements, which they could sense very clearly. Or maybe it was just his excitement, which formed some kind of telepathic beacon to them.

In any case, a small, dark female with glowing yellow spores approached him first-- or attempted to, before being bowled over by her brother, who had taken the more wildly-colored aspects of the plant hydras. He was pink, purple, and yellow, and attempted to push the female out of his way-- which she would have none of, despite her small size. One of her heads snapped at his, and the two of them formed a sort of struggling pile of dragonet, which made it's way, squirming and wriggling, all the way to Oman's feet.

He was going to have his hands full with this pair.