STAR BOY | open + ascendant on border

[roman]

inter-clan drama is lost on the spirit. she is not stupid--just oblivious. fish is hundreds of years old and yet she possesses the mindset of a young child who never grew up; thus her interests lies in when her next meal will be and what kind of fun she can find in the vast, muddy playground of tanglewood. today, her fun included stalking amunet through the muck and the trees. the dragoness ruined her playtime with a hermit crab and a stranger earlier, so the childish beast decided to pretend-hunt the goddess, somehow managing to stifle the urge to try and feast on amunet out of spite and settle for the imaginary version. fish doesn't hate amunet, but some people deserve to be bitten. at least, that's the toddler approach to solving problems. fish might look like a giant adolescent, but she might as well be a child based on her poor comportment.

because of her little "game" that she is playing, fish accompanies amunet (from a distance) to investigate the stranger on the border. she breathes in the air, attempting to identify his scent from the myriad of other aromas permeating the swampy atmosphere. he smells...different. this immediately draws her attention from her clanmate to the stranger, and the scaled wolf-crocodile-thing emerges from behind a copse of trees. fish's scaly hide ripples, abandoning the brownish greenish camouflage which concealed her figure and returning to their normal, iridescent oily black hue. "hello hello fr--" she hesitates mid-greeting, taking note of amunet's seriousness. "uh--stranger. my name is fish and welcome to our wonderful swamp!" it's really not that wonderful in its current polluted state, but fish has lived here since before the destruction of the natural environment, thus she still considers it beautiful like she remembers. "or you're unwelcome?" she looks to amunet for guidance. the other female is being polite but not friendly. what does that mean???? fish looks for something to fill the empty silence. she does not appreciate the tension. and then-- "would you like to see some shiny things while we wait for my friend beck?" she present a pawful of objects clutched within the grasp of her claws--more resembling the hands of a raccoon but with sharp claws. among the random items are several diamonds, a human wedding band, and some scrap pieces of metal. fish likes shinies. "cool, huh?" she looks towards bastillepaw with a goofy grin, clearly looking for his approval of her collection. she either chooses to ignore his subdued hostility or misses it entirely--fish just wants to be friends.