LAMPSHADES ON FIRE / 06.16 meeting

[roman]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]Fish is hungry. She perks up at the mention of food, having somehow found her way into the meeting area after casually following the herds of small fur-babies during a particularly long fit of boredom. It is not often that the monstrous beast ventures far from the comforts of the murky swamp water, but here she is. And she likes the idea of s'mores, even if she has no clue what exactly as s'more is. Unfortunately, given her propensity to consume vast amounts of raw meat, there is a high chance that she will be unimpressed with the meager proportions and underwhelming taste. Then again, Fish has also been known to use her mouth to investigate objects like a shark. The rusalka fiddles with a very large stick (an entire limb of a tree, more like it) as Beck talks. It is as long as one of her legs with a similar thickness, and the childlike entity is quite entertaining by gnawing it to pieces.

Fish only perks up when her name is spoken, although she does not fully understand why it was said. But she makes a cheerful sound anyways, her scales rippling with a flash of teal that matches her eyes in a way to express her joy. "Thank you and congratulations!" she exclaims, simply mimicking those around her. And then...she goes back to chewing her stick.