Jigano nodded fervent agreement of the weirdness of octopi. Most of his prior experience with tentacles had involved creatures of the Dominion of the Black, and those had been decidedly unnatural - and extremely unfriendly. He ambled alongside his friend as they headed back up the beach, and as he walked he pulled out his notebook again to scrawl down the information he'd learned so far. Cloud mantas, Ghost Whales, Hels, L'ma...
"Do you know any other stories about the L'ma?" he asked, curiosity pulling him away from the merfolk mystery for a moment as he tapped his chin lightly with the top of the pencil. "I was there when we all tried to get it airborne again, but I don't really know anything about it."
He chuckled at the description of the Hels, though, eying a nearby gull suspiciously. "They certainly sound like mischievous little beasts. Thanks for the heads-up." And a note to himself to make sure to compel any of the noisy blighters to remain where they were if he ever took a stroll, rather than relying on the kindness of their wicked avian hearts.
He managed to avoid the driftwood and seaweed as they strolled, and he shot the Dark Star a mischievous grin. "The danger, of course, is that if you don't take the trade you risk the certainty of a song. Hmm...
'The shining of the stars above
Don't burn as bright as those that fall
And if you try stealing Ronin's shit
He'll starlight punch you through a wall.'
Needs a bit of polishing, but it's only a rough draft," he mused with wicked glee. Setting the words to a bouncing drinking tune was the right choice, he decided. That, or a lullaby to really showcase the profanity. "Do you have a preference for the refrain?"
"Do you know any other stories about the L'ma?" he asked, curiosity pulling him away from the merfolk mystery for a moment as he tapped his chin lightly with the top of the pencil. "I was there when we all tried to get it airborne again, but I don't really know anything about it."
He chuckled at the description of the Hels, though, eying a nearby gull suspiciously. "They certainly sound like mischievous little beasts. Thanks for the heads-up." And a note to himself to make sure to compel any of the noisy blighters to remain where they were if he ever took a stroll, rather than relying on the kindness of their wicked avian hearts.
He managed to avoid the driftwood and seaweed as they strolled, and he shot the Dark Star a mischievous grin. "The danger, of course, is that if you don't take the trade you risk the certainty of a song. Hmm...
'The shining of the stars above
Don't burn as bright as those that fall
And if you try stealing Ronin's shit
He'll starlight punch you through a wall.'
Needs a bit of polishing, but it's only a rough draft," he mused with wicked glee. Setting the words to a bouncing drinking tune was the right choice, he decided. That, or a lullaby to really showcase the profanity. "Do you have a preference for the refrain?"
