Only if there's someplace that's as comfortable for you, too, he demurred to her offer. The rocks weren't the most comfortable, but he was well-anchored now, and there was no reason to change if Delta was happy here. If it's any consolation, I think humans do paint the ocean a lot. At sunset and sunrise, storm and noon light... but they usually hang such paintings in their houses to admire, so you might not see them very often here. Or at least not for long. He didn't think that painted canvas would survive underwater without the paint washing swiftly away.
He was glad he could make her laugh, the python bobbing its head in understanding when she compared kelp to fruit. Or maybe spinach or cabbage was more appropriate? Now that she had him thinking it through, his words did seem rather silly. I suppose you don't really need to salt things, he agreed with another bubbly chuckle, tasting the salt on the jewel in his mouth as he spoke through it. That sounds like a fish sandwich, with seaweed in place of bread. It does sound good right now. He could almost hear his stomach rumbling - all several meters of it!
I think you should be able to? We can both eat fish, at least, so it makes sense that we could both eat other things, he reasoned. Though maybe only take small bites of things from land at first... just in case. He wouldn't want her getting hurt due to her curiosity.
Speaking of curiosity, her question brought a rueful flicker of apology through the link. I'm not a strong enough swimmer to turn back here, he apologized. And I think my human skin would be more in danger from your barbs. But I have skin the color of wet golden sand, and long white hair. His tongue flicked again against the jewel, but an idea came to him and he perked up. Can I come visit you again after LongNight? I can borrow a boat and meet you out on the ocean, and I can bring fruit and bread and cooked meat for you to try, if you'd like? He couldn't wink as a snake, but he almost seemed to smile in spite of his lack of lips. And you can bring me some of that seaweed-wrapped fish and other merfolk food, and we can do a trade of tastes from land and sea?
He was glad he could make her laugh, the python bobbing its head in understanding when she compared kelp to fruit. Or maybe spinach or cabbage was more appropriate? Now that she had him thinking it through, his words did seem rather silly. I suppose you don't really need to salt things, he agreed with another bubbly chuckle, tasting the salt on the jewel in his mouth as he spoke through it. That sounds like a fish sandwich, with seaweed in place of bread. It does sound good right now. He could almost hear his stomach rumbling - all several meters of it!
I think you should be able to? We can both eat fish, at least, so it makes sense that we could both eat other things, he reasoned. Though maybe only take small bites of things from land at first... just in case. He wouldn't want her getting hurt due to her curiosity.
Speaking of curiosity, her question brought a rueful flicker of apology through the link. I'm not a strong enough swimmer to turn back here, he apologized. And I think my human skin would be more in danger from your barbs. But I have skin the color of wet golden sand, and long white hair. His tongue flicked again against the jewel, but an idea came to him and he perked up. Can I come visit you again after LongNight? I can borrow a boat and meet you out on the ocean, and I can bring fruit and bread and cooked meat for you to try, if you'd like? He couldn't wink as a snake, but he almost seemed to smile in spite of his lack of lips. And you can bring me some of that seaweed-wrapped fish and other merfolk food, and we can do a trade of tastes from land and sea?
