ORIGIN

Lamia stared at the Orarian, absolutely dumbfounded, struggling to keep up, and completely blown away by its perspective, not that she could get any kind of grasp on it. She hadn't even figured out its name, that it thought of itself as "the Orarian". She had assumed that that was just its name for Fornax. Even though that wasn't correct. But looking at its size compared to her and the mild anger she could sense through the water, she decided not to point this out.

Her head tilted, back fins fanning with interest. War? I have not...heard of this. Tenzin did not speak of it. I have met land-dwellers. They are strange and they look funny. They don't care about Lamia or the waters she loves. They threatened war on Fornax...on the Orarian? She struggled to hold all this information in. War was not a word she had actually heard before, but the miniscule intelligence told her that it was bad. That it meant death and fighting. Why would anyone want to attack water? Water was nice. Lamia could breathe water, she could not breathe air. She frowned. That is mean.