After I was already chewing on it! Came the wry complaint, as Richter allowed his tongue to loll out from between his incisors. He put on his best pouting face, letting his ears wilt to the side in what he hoped was a truly pitiful display. He even made big dumb cow eyes for all of a moment, before the act fell apart like a house of cards and he found himself snickering with Roa.

It tasted like salt. And fish. Bad fish. Rotten in the sun for three days fish. And it was so slimy, why was it slimy! A jolt rocked through him as their shoulders met, but Lorroakan was pushing on into the shallows, and Richter was following close behind. He bobbed his head with the waves, the motion making him mildly dizzy as he tried to both listen to his companion and keep an eye on the water for any shine of scales.

I’unno if I’d be much help to you. I really don’t even know if I can swim, truth be told. He stared at the water lapping at his legs, then over to the other man again.

Hey, why don’t you show me how you’d do it, and I’ll try. That way he’d have some sort of template to build off of.