"They're sorta squat beluga-looking things. 'Bout yay high when they're on land," he holds a hand up around waist height, "but they live in the water. Got flippers 'n a big wide tail, 'n they say 'oooo' a lot."
As they walk, he does his best quaggan impression, an artificially low, slowed voice, sort of fitting if one can imagine what talking underwater would be like: "'Cooo, quaggan is pleased to see you. You would not like quaggan when quaggan is angry. But quaggan wants to live in peace.' They're gentle, friendly...sorta cute really, so long as you don't piss 'em off. But that doesn't happen much on account of how getting mad embarrasses 'em."
K, he thinks as they approach the tunnel, his mind looping back to the careful way he stood up so as not to trigger another reflexive retreat of the coral, would adore quaggans. Probably swim with their tadpoles for hours if you gave him an aquabreather and half the damn chance.
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Date: 2022-09-21 11:33 am (UTC)As they walk, he does his best quaggan impression, an artificially low, slowed voice, sort of fitting if one can imagine what talking underwater would be like: "'Cooo, quaggan is pleased to see you. You would not like quaggan when quaggan is angry. But quaggan wants to live in peace.' They're gentle, friendly...sorta cute really, so long as you don't piss 'em off. But that doesn't happen much on account of how getting mad embarrasses 'em."
K, he thinks as they approach the tunnel, his mind looping back to the careful way he stood up so as not to trigger another reflexive retreat of the coral, would adore quaggans. Probably swim with their tadpoles for hours if you gave him an aquabreather and half the damn chance.