Ponders took in the many sights and sounds of the great feast hall as he stood by one of the grand tables. He didn't need to eat, couldn't eat in fact, but the messenger who'd informed him of this event had said it was quite special, only happened once a year and well worth going to, and so he'd left his stack of books to attend. It seemed that the majority of the students of the college had also chosen to arrive, and many of them were already digging into the food stacked on the tables for them. The messenger had been right - this was worth going to. It was a prefect oppurtunity to learn more of the students. They weren't the main reason he was here, but new knowledge of any sort served to sustain him just as the food sustained the creatures of flesh around him. He'd spent so long watching and thinknig about slow and still environments that this bustle of activity was quite a refreshing change, even if he had trouble keeping up with it all.

Ponders was trying to watch each and every student all at once, and as he divided his focus, the many smaller stones that made up his form began to shift out of the humanoid shape they were usually in, revolving in slow circles around the larger central piece that was his sensory hub. Here a Snow elf trying to reach across the table, there a half snake half man sitting awkwardly picknig at the exotic food, and at yet another table a crimson haired elf tearing into a piece of meat as though she hadn't eaten in days. These were just a few of the things Ponders tried to watch, each case fascinating in itself and deserving of his full attention, but every one happening at once and thus dividing that attention.

A thought was taking shape as he watched the flesh creatures consume both other dead fleshlings and parts of plants. The thought formed into a question as he watched an Esyire tear a piece of meat with his sharp teeth before washing it down with a steaming drink. [i]What was it like to taste?[/i] Taste was not one of his senses, the lack of both it and smell being made up for with his exceedinly good hearing and wide field of vision, but in this case he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. He might hear and see better, but he wouldn't know of the variety the fleshlings could experience. Perhaps when one was no longer busy with its food he would have the oppurtunity to ask. Maybe he'd get to ask several of them if he was lucky. But not yet. Now was the time to watch, and there was so much to see!