Into the Deep
10-15-2021, 08:22 PM
"We can, we can." Sunder went still as a bird flew into the room. His mouth closed saved for a little space just barely big enough for the tip of his tongue to stick out. As the bird began to speak his head tilted first one way and then the other as he tried to make sense of what he was hearing. It had taken him so long to adjust to the common tongue that even the smallest deviation threw him off. "I canna make out a word of dat, but I get dey donna taste good!" he said with a laugh. Not poisonous didn't mean edible. Normal fireflies were nasty so he wasn't surprised these little oddballs weren't any better. The bird looked to him again and said something, and this time Sunder understood him. Jovially, he introduced himself, "Da furless creatcha is named Sunda, buddy." "" |