treasure trove or trap
05-11-2022, 06:52 AM
The algae-stained fae shrugged as her company spoke. "Aye-aye, captain". It didn't make much difference to her what they went for first, she was just along for the ride. The male looked like he knew a thing or two, been around the block once or twice, or whatever other old-timey string of words you can think of for 'this guy looks like he's done shit like this before'. The yearling trusted his judgment.
"Yolwan wan, kane 'nghavah fankane, lehal fan wan." Fir spoke again to her chunky friend, prodding his side with her paw. The creature did not move an inch, let alone do anything that would cause one to believe he understood a single word that had just come from the young girl's mouth. With a heavy sigh, Fir picked him up by the scruff of his neck and gently tossed him a few inches inside of the collapsing shed, to which the platypus finally scuttered in further toward the bottles. "Sorry old man, sometimes he needs extra encouragement." she offered an awkward smile and another shrug before returning to observing the fat little water animal.
”Speech” ’Thought’
Fennish Translation: Swamp lard, get ground bottles, bring to mama.
*Fir has a chunky platypus companion named Yolwan wan.