"I wonder what happens to the crystals when they die naturally, of old age or disease?" The bard mused thoughtfully, watching the creature swooping and drifting above them with open delight. "That might make harvesting easier, if the crystals retain their property then. Though if they're a good food source as well it makes sense to make use of them," he admitted with a chuckle. "I don't suppose you have any leftover crystals I could trade you something for? It doesn't feel quite right to kill something on a leash." He looked over at the Dark Star ruefully, considering how many of his meals in foxform he happily ate raw. Civilization made for strange contradictions sometimes.
"What other interesting creatures have you come across on this coast? I saw some pink... dolphins? Small whales? while flying overhead the other day. Do you know what they're called?" He'd also seen Amalia turn into one, but neither of them had known what name to put to her new shape, and since he'd promised not to tell anyone about it it seemed easier to focus on other sightings of the pink sea swimmers.
"What other interesting creatures have you come across on this coast? I saw some pink... dolphins? Small whales? while flying overhead the other day. Do you know what they're called?" He'd also seen Amalia turn into one, but neither of them had known what name to put to her new shape, and since he'd promised not to tell anyone about it it seemed easier to focus on other sightings of the pink sea swimmers.
