oh black water, keep on rolling }} re-introduction + doggy paddling

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Ah... the ocean. He recalled when he had first seen the ocean, when he had been picked up by his scruff covered in thick, hatchling plumage, and had been dropped off the cliff that looked over the sea. He had fallen, but he had floated, and it had been a wonderful introduction to the water indeed. Ever since he had found it fascinating; what made it move, what made it strong, where it ended and what tasty treats laid just beneath the surface were all intruiging things.

The water was a wonderful thing. He could control it, although he was still learning the full extent he was capable of doing. He was familiar with using the pressurized water of his crop to blast at opponents, but as of a year ago he had found that he could control the water outside of him, too. It was strange, but neat. If only he had a chance to use it to show off in front of someone; but that required him to know what he was doing... which he didn't. Not yet. Work in progress.

"My mother- ooohhh..." Once the captain's words clicked in his head, and he understood that no, his mother somehow hadn't come back from the dead just to sleep with this wolf (and not even bother to tell Jotunhel hello). It was just... banter? Was it banter? The wyvern was uncertain. Regardless of his internal thoughts, he gave his feathers a shake. The king fisher wyvern went to sink into the water, flopping in the shallows and squirming in until just his head was able to get above the water. "The water is very nice. Very warm. You're looking just as nice," Jot absently mused as he finally got up to start paddling with his broad wingspan, rolling over to soak his back as well.

jotunhel ._. wyvern ._. tags

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