Remaining quiet for a moment, Chrys thought about Deimos' question. Only now did she realise that her own question to him might have been a difficult one. Not only had she nothing to compare it to, there was so much to her tentacles and hood (the structure that looks like an umbrella) that she wasn't able to easily describe it. In the end, she settled for an explanation similar to Deimos. Dispersed.
On the topic of the race though, all thoughtfulness was washed away. This way. She pointed in the direction of the pool, mirroring Deimos' grin. Readying herself for the race, she asked Ready? Once a confirmation came from him, she continued. Three, two, one, go! The last word barely spoken, Chrys was already dashing away, using both hood and arms to propel herself forward.
On the topic of the race though, all thoughtfulness was washed away. This way. She pointed in the direction of the pool, mirroring Deimos' grin. Readying herself for the race, she asked Ready? Once a confirmation came from him, she continued. Three, two, one, go! The last word barely spoken, Chrys was already dashing away, using both hood and arms to propel herself forward.
Chrys
