turned to me and said don't sway [diplomocera+hg+troupe]
Jul 11, 2020 19:20:38 GMT -5
Post by WT on Jul 11, 2020 19:20:38 GMT -5
bluntWhen the storm comes, you dive.
There's no thought to it, no decision-making process of any kind; the world around you roars and instincts millennia older than you can comprehend—millennia older than even your creators, however highly they like to think of themselves, can truly comprehend—tell you: Water is safe. Water is home.
The trouble is that every other Flying Diplomoceras in the vicinity agrees.
There are only a few of you at first, down at the bottom of the pond where the water roils the least with the force of the rain, but by late morning you're packed in. Once in a while someone extracts themself from the mass of tentacles and shell to try the surface; you never bother, because they always come rocketing back down, and as uncomfortable as the lower section of the pile is, you're happier shielded from the rougher waters above. There's nothing for it but to wait, and wait you do, as the water around you tints red but fails to smell of blood and the light filtering down from above shifts and strengthens and fades. Others begin to clear out earlier, but you stay put until well into the next morning, when at last you see clear sunshine coming down from above.
You might have stayed even longer—now that it's emptier, the water is comfortable again—but for two things: there's nothing to eat down here, and nothing to do.
The first problem is easy enough to solve; the storm turned the ground as far as you venture into a morass full of easy, disoriented prey, and it barely even takes searching to snack as you meander. So meander you do as you try to solve your second problem; there are thorns in the wind today, but as long as you pull your head in a little your shell and leathery wings are tough enough to weather the storm just fine. When you're not investigating the critters crawling in the mud, you soar upward like that, half to stretch your wings and half to cast a wider eye on your surroundings.
That's how you find the humans. You change course immediately to speed toward them; this small group looks like neither the individual visitors nor the scientist teams you're more used to, but whatever their purpose is, humans are never boring. Maybe they'll give you a contraption to take apart or a maze to solve—you haven't done one of those in a while, and as content as you've been in this new home, you miss the sheer joy of the challenges as much as the fish you get when you solve them. Maybe they'll let you see the shiny things they're holding! Maybe—
One of the humans shouts in your face.
Affronted, you wave your tentacles and swing your body around to smack him. You know better, but yelling at you is against the rules too and he started it, so maybe you'll get a fish after this anyway.
Waffle [Flying Diplomoceras] attacks D5M Kenji Nakamura, blunt
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