Lua'al-rei eyes the ship with an expression that a human might consider one of guarded distaste. "Ship-growing is an old art," he murmurs. "It seldom means anything good, to have to use one. I only hope that we attract no notice by using these... well." He shrugs expressively and turns to watch several of his smaller comrades hop nimbly from the ice to the pearlship's top. When it slides open a moment later, the smell from inside is...
... well, remarkably clean, actually, with very little smell of fish or the sea. Only cold, cold air that sets Tsybenko to muttering about the heating system.
"We may be adapted to colder waters in Greenland Shark than the people of Y'ha-nthlei Province," says Lua'al-rei with some amusement in his tone, "but we are warm-bloods, to use the human term. You may not like the temperature inside, but no one will freeze or die of it. Are there any other questions, before we board?"
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Re: Action Time: Team Submarine
Date: 2008-01-28 02:48 pm (UTC)... well, remarkably clean, actually, with very little smell of fish or the sea. Only cold, cold air that sets Tsybenko to muttering about the heating system.
"We may be adapted to colder waters in Greenland Shark than the people of Y'ha-nthlei Province," says Lua'al-rei with some amusement in his tone, "but we are warm-bloods, to use the human term. You may not like the temperature inside, but no one will freeze or die of it. Are there any other questions, before we board?"