Then let’s go! Before even finishing this sentence, Chrys already turned toward the City excitedly, gesturing for Deimos to follow her. For a moment, she started rushing off quickly ahead of him, before realizing she probably should give Deimos time to follow and actually take in the surroundings if she meant to show him around. Slowing her pace to something she thought he would be able to follow more easily. Tell me if I’m too quick. I’m not sure how fast you can comfortably swim with these. Saying this, she turned back towards him for a moment, gesturing at his legs and feet.
Closing in on the city, she kept her eyes open for the guards, knowing she would most likely have to ask them for permission to actually tour someone from the land around. Then again, she didn’t really know of many mouth-breathers who had come to visit, so there was not much for her to go on in terms of previous cases.
It didn’t take long for one of the guards to notice them closing in, approaching her and Deimos swiftly. A man with short, dark hair and the lower half being a turquoise and green speckled fishtail. He carried a thin, serrated spear-like weapon with him. Once he was close enough to speak to them through the attuned bond, he addressed Chrys. Chrysaora. Although he made sure not to show his emotions in his communication, the furrowed brows and stern expression spoke for themselves. He paused for a moment, as if to say something else, before he continued on. Who is this with you?
Seemingly a polar opposite in mood to the man, Chrys gave him a wide smile. This is Deimos. He’s interested in learning more about us and our culture so I’d like to show him around if possible. To be fair, he hadn’t expressed any interest in their culture yet, but a little white lie never hurt anybody. She looked over at Deimos, hoping he would corroborate her claim.
Closing in on the city, she kept her eyes open for the guards, knowing she would most likely have to ask them for permission to actually tour someone from the land around. Then again, she didn’t really know of many mouth-breathers who had come to visit, so there was not much for her to go on in terms of previous cases.
It didn’t take long for one of the guards to notice them closing in, approaching her and Deimos swiftly. A man with short, dark hair and the lower half being a turquoise and green speckled fishtail. He carried a thin, serrated spear-like weapon with him. Once he was close enough to speak to them through the attuned bond, he addressed Chrys. Chrysaora. Although he made sure not to show his emotions in his communication, the furrowed brows and stern expression spoke for themselves. He paused for a moment, as if to say something else, before he continued on. Who is this with you?
Seemingly a polar opposite in mood to the man, Chrys gave him a wide smile. This is Deimos. He’s interested in learning more about us and our culture so I’d like to show him around if possible. To be fair, he hadn’t expressed any interest in their culture yet, but a little white lie never hurt anybody. She looked over at Deimos, hoping he would corroborate her claim.
Chrys
