Let's be honest: you look graceful and handsome doing anything. Or so you'd like to think, and who am to shatter that boyish ego with some unnecessary harsh truths? Yeah, maybe your swimming looks a lot like flailing when compared to a mer, but at least you're trying, dammit! And with enthusiasm (and musculature) like yours, who needs actual skill?
Distracted by a school of delightfully tiny mer- clown fish, you once again miss Talyson's discomfort. Coming in at the tail end of a head shake, you instead clock where he's pointing: to a spiral pathway of shops and markets, rising along the edge of the city.
Hey! I've heard of that! you gurgle - entire inaudibly, of course. Snatching Tal's outstretched hand, you kick off the ground and through the water, heading towards the shops.
[fin]
Distracted by a school of delightfully tiny mer- clown fish, you once again miss Talyson's discomfort. Coming in at the tail end of a head shake, you instead clock where he's pointing: to a spiral pathway of shops and markets, rising along the edge of the city.
Hey! I've heard of that! you gurgle - entire inaudibly, of course. Snatching Tal's outstretched hand, you kick off the ground and through the water, heading towards the shops.
[fin]
