Ceridwen & Zephrask

Ceridwen meanders over to a solitary figure, staring out over a submerged lake. "You won't have it easy on the surface. Nor here."

Zephrask seems in thought, responding mentally.

Ceridwen, sounding intrigued, "Then where is it you intend to make your way?"

Zephrask again, keeps his response private as he flexes a single tentacle.

"An interesting possibility. Perhaps there you can find acceptance - but don't let yourself mistake her memories for your own. He could just as easily pin you as an abomination."

Zephrask picks up a shell, observing it in his hands as any viewers would presume he responds.

"Mm, their leaders are knowledgeable. I've met one before in the past. She is willing to reason with us - the misplaced." She leaves him after allowing a silence to dwell.