01-03-2008, 07:34 AM
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The fish were jumping though. He had never seen them like that before -- they sure as hell didn't do that in the ocean.
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Hello,he greeted politely, now standing on the damp riverbed. He eyed the waters suspiciously and tried to gauge the strength of the currents. Unfortunately, he found himself still rather hesitant at the prospect of trying to cross a moving current despite how easy it had been with Melisande. This portion of the river, though seperated from the main of the Yawrah, seemed significantly stronger than it had been at the point he had crossed it before.
I'm... not a very good swimmer,he told the stranger and hoped quietly in the back of his head that she wouldn't use this admission of weakness against him somehow. The paranoia was a constant, but he only decided to awknowledge it some of the time. He wasn't sure if this should be one of those times or not.
The fish were jumping though. He had never seen them like that before -- they sure as hell didn't do that in the ocean.
Why are they doing that?the grey pup wondered, red eyes wide.
Do they want to get eaten?It seemed like absurd behavior to him. All anyone had to do was snatch them out of the air and then they would be dinner. Maybe one suicidal fish could make sense, though Arkham doubted that fish were intelligent enough for that, but all even if that were the case, a whole river full of them?