Mmn. But I must know if the stories are true. He couldn't announce whether or not the place was dangerous without knowing exactly why, and while it was true that he had guards and scouts for this sort of thing, he was also curious in his own way.
The airbreathers had a saying about catfish and what killed them that was probably applicable, but Dama pretended not to know it.
He followed after Yuna and went a little ways past her to contemplate a long, braided string of roots that waved innocently in the water as she spoke. I can do both, he assured her solemnly, turning his broad-winged manta body to brush a large wing lightly against the dangling roots - hoping that his shifted size and strength would be enough to overcome any mischief on their part. Is it silver, or gold?
The airbreathers had a saying about catfish and what killed them that was probably applicable, but Dama pretended not to know it.
He followed after Yuna and went a little ways past her to contemplate a long, braided string of roots that waved innocently in the water as she spoke. I can do both, he assured her solemnly, turning his broad-winged manta body to brush a large wing lightly against the dangling roots - hoping that his shifted size and strength would be enough to overcome any mischief on their part. Is it silver, or gold?
