MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
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You have been very quiet today, Kehareeh.
I have nothing to say today. The world is quiet.
I would more call it... lonely.
...I suppose you would like to return to air, then?
Yes, please, can we?
As you like, Kreool.
The silt 'ocean' floor, not deep enough to be too hot, too close to that steaming volcanic ridge, served as their home now. Invisible under a layer of sand, silt and ash, the sudden shift of muscles and scales broke the illusion. The beast twisted, shaking the silt from its scales, then lazily flicked its body upward, towards the rippling surface some meters above.
They broke the surface with a huff of air, filling their lungs with fresher life and sparking a thrill of wakefulness with it. The leviathan twisted then, turning to head for one of the smaller islands littering the shallows. Kreool hoisted them onto land and with a sigh, settled to bask in the misty humidity. Eyes shut, the beast appeared asleep- but those ears listened, and that sensitive nose flared to take in scents.
We are hungry.
We are.
We should hunt.
I am not ready yet.
You never are.
Can it wait?
As you like.
Thank you.