(I promise I'm not insane, evidence is in the clicky links! )
I hope I am in time to warn of this looming threat to Istaria, I bring news of concern from the beaches of Dalimond!
I had just returned with a fellow hatchling group of friends from the nearby fields, testing our claws against the Ruxus that inhabit the area while assisting one of our group to through her adventure ranks. We returned in good humour, especially after one of our party decided tease some of the unfortunate portly creatures, running around and grinning as they made a misguided but determined attempt to munch his shiny blue tail off.
We parted company some moments later. I decided to pad over to the Dalimond Pier to rest while taking in the relaxing views of the ocean beyond. The nearby lighthouse faithfully casting it's reassuring glow across the water.
Just as I reached the edge of the pier, I saw something I previously thought only reserved for fairytales and folklore. A school of flying bluegill fish!
I gave a startled grunt, my muzzle agape. My scaled brain began to race. Are these creatures a new threat to the land? What abilities do they have? Apparently hearing my surprised grunt, the school of fish suddenly turned to face me. Fearing an immiment attack, I stood ready, claws reaching out in defence. They seemed to hover in the air for a moment, their gaze unwavering. As suddenly as they took notice of me, they simply resumed their slow, soothing glide atop their rocky perch.
Perplexed, I got down to all fours again, eyeing the strange fish with a quizzical stare. There was no one to be found nearby that I could query, trying to make sure I was not going insane from inhaling too much blighted dim wisp vapours. They didin't seem to be hostile at all. Relaxing a little, and with typical youthful hatchling curiosity, I eyed the rocky outcropping, looking for a way to get closer.
As it turns out, the fish, the fish did not mind my scaled presence at all, swirling around my head and brushing past my earfins. They seemingly had no desire to communicate. I remained with them for an hour in companionable silence, as dusk began to settle. It was getting late, and with a yawn, I reluctantly left the bluegill in peace to retire to my sleeping spot.
I close my tale with a thought, what strange substances are being dumped into the pristene waters of Dalimond? Will another soul be as lucky to encounter equally friendly finned creatures? Will the entire region of dalimond soon see swarming masses of fish swirling ahead in dark clouds?
(Apoligies if this is in the incorrect area, or breaks any insanity measuring devices, please feel free to move it ;p)