Loch was not surprised Bermuda came from the trenches. His overall appearance screamed deep ocean. While Loch was also from deeper waters, it did not quite compare to Bermuda's home. “The trenches, huh?” He’d speak, the curiosity in his voice overpowering any other emotion. “I don’t know much about them. I’ve seen them but never ventured too deep down. Never really felt the need to.” Casting his eyes off of the pearl, Loch noticed Bermuda's tentacles had vanished. That must have come in quite handy. He couldn’t imagine having to lug them around on land. He had enough trouble with his fins getting in the way. He silently wished that he, too, possessed an ability like that. Alas, the colorful fins were a permanent feature of his.
“I came from the abyssal plains. I’m honestly not too sure how far I traveled to get here. Far enough, though.” He’d answer Bermuda's question, however, did not address coloration of his fins. The bright colors ran in his birth family, a dead giveaway he wasn’t related to those he thought were his siblings, who all sported dark colors. Not that any of it mattered now. The past was behind him; all he had was the future. As curious as he was to learn more about Bermuda, he’d bite his lip. He didn’t want to pry or annoy him with questions, but more importantly, he didn’t want to have to answer any questions that might be directed back towards him.
His attention instead was brought back to the warm sunshine on his back. He gave a small yawn. As much as he enjoyed napping in the sun, he also didn’t like wasting his days doing nothing. A low rumble in his belly alerted him that he hadn’t eaten yet today and was already itching to get back in the water. "Would you want to come hunting with me?" He figured he’d ask Bermuda to join him. It felt rude to just up and leave. Besides, he was enjoying the company.
“I came from the abyssal plains. I’m honestly not too sure how far I traveled to get here. Far enough, though.” He’d answer Bermuda's question, however, did not address coloration of his fins. The bright colors ran in his birth family, a dead giveaway he wasn’t related to those he thought were his siblings, who all sported dark colors. Not that any of it mattered now. The past was behind him; all he had was the future. As curious as he was to learn more about Bermuda, he’d bite his lip. He didn’t want to pry or annoy him with questions, but more importantly, he didn’t want to have to answer any questions that might be directed back towards him.
His attention instead was brought back to the warm sunshine on his back. He gave a small yawn. As much as he enjoyed napping in the sun, he also didn’t like wasting his days doing nothing. A low rumble in his belly alerted him that he hadn’t eaten yet today and was already itching to get back in the water. "Would you want to come hunting with me?" He figured he’d ask Bermuda to join him. It felt rude to just up and leave. Besides, he was enjoying the company.