"I need to find a local bestiary," the bard muttered into his wine, trying to reconcile the vague memories of the book on ocean life from his world with Remi's description. He was almost certain there had been no flying involved, or pink for that matter. But what did that matter, a world away from what he'd known? "I'll keep an eye out for them, though. Are they good eating?" It seemed a shame to kill whatever they were just for trophy hunting.
"The merfolk? Like the Fae?" His mind jumped to the same track at hearing of a new inhuman people.
He wasn't given much time to process that revelation before Remi's arm partially shifted into a tentacle and Jigano had to focus on breathing through wine. When he'd finally got the liquid going down the right pipe he looked to the illusion - and shivered, subtly leaning back away from the creation of light and will. "Oh. That," he repeated, a little weakly. "Can't, ah, imagine why Ronin doesn't see the charm of all of those... tentacles. And there are more of those in the ocean?"
"The merfolk? Like the Fae?" His mind jumped to the same track at hearing of a new inhuman people.
He wasn't given much time to process that revelation before Remi's arm partially shifted into a tentacle and Jigano had to focus on breathing through wine. When he'd finally got the liquid going down the right pipe he looked to the illusion - and shivered, subtly leaning back away from the creation of light and will. "Oh. That," he repeated, a little weakly. "Can't, ah, imagine why Ronin doesn't see the charm of all of those... tentacles. And there are more of those in the ocean?"
