>>6339505The lil’ one marvels at the coral and the Pallipods- so cute, those cephalopods! Funny too, given the brilliant ink sprouted whenever he comes too close!
Soon, a game is made of between the juveniles of both species, though the elders of both huff and bluster, as they tend to. The Granchpolpo do take a mild interest in the Marines’s salt licks and their curious dancing shining crystals.
Perhaps mutual interest in each other’s commodities may soothe out those nuanced cultural differences?
>>6336965The Beast waits for a time, but it seems that the divines across the bay are too wrapped up in their prize to jaunt over and talk. A shame, yet not unexpected- isolation is an old friend, and suits this Beast just fine.
So he makes like a tree, and leafs.
>The Beast begins his long trek back home.>[MI] Communicate Along the way, he ruffles Bidewark’s feathers as he passes by, and….
There is a divine beauty observing him quite closely from afar. She steadfastly refuses to engage, content to watch this Beast with luminous eyes bound to his essence.
Over the wind is heard snippets of melodious muttering. Something… of… shifting… feelings? A claiming…
The Beast grows increasingly concerned, yet he hasn’t the faintest idea why.
