Tal isn't the first person to think about leashing you- both your parents went through phases of seriously entertaining the thought. Alas, your ADHD inclinations are not at all hampered by being underwater, and you're too far ahead of Talyson for him to remind you not to gawk and stare.
The merwhale turns down what you can only describe as a street, though of course its denizens are not beholden to staying on the road. You roll onto your back as a school of large fish swims over head, their figures briefly blotting out what little light there is. Looking to Tal, you point toward the whale, and then a side road, and then shrug, eyebrows raised beneath the mask that covers half your face. This expedition was his idea, and as much as you think stalking citizens to see what they get up to feels like a solid play, you're willing to let the Messenger have a say in where to next.
The merwhale turns down what you can only describe as a street, though of course its denizens are not beholden to staying on the road. You roll onto your back as a school of large fish swims over head, their figures briefly blotting out what little light there is. Looking to Tal, you point toward the whale, and then a side road, and then shrug, eyebrows raised beneath the mask that covers half your face. This expedition was his idea, and as much as you think stalking citizens to see what they get up to feels like a solid play, you're willing to let the Messenger have a say in where to next.
