Serene through the bubbly blue and green

[victory_howl]

Characters: Amaterasu, Open
Settings: Floor 10
Format: I'll be prose, you be whichever
Summary: Amaterasu explores her first glassless aquarium
Warnings: N/A

Ammy padded through the giant room, peering quizzically at the fish inside the tanks of water. Well, 'tanks', anyway, since they didn't seem to be held in by glass of any kind. What was making the water keep its shape, anyway? She approached a large enclosure, one filled with brightly-colored angelfish, corals, and anemones, then stuck her snout up against the wall of water -- only to end up shoving her head into the water, with no resistance at all.

She snapped at a passing fish; it reacted as any other would, swimming frantically away from her jaws in a panic and burrowing itself in between the corals to hide. Puzzled, she drew her head back out out and shook the water vigorously from her fur, sending droplets flying in a wide arc.

Weeeird.

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[victory_howl]

Was there not going to be any throwing of things? Ammy's ears pricked as Tara began speaking; her head tilted slightly to the side. Why shouldn't she eat the fish? Was there something wrong with them?

Experimentally, she shoved her head into the water in front of her and snapped at one of the goldfish.

[moontothetide]

Tara lets out a slight yelp of surprise as the goldfish goes racing away, finally executing a desperate jump back into the main "tank" of water.

"Th-They're, um, sort of like emergency food." Or at least that's how Tara had been treating them. "F-For when we don't have any. I mean, y-you could eat them, but w-we really shouldn't make them refill the aquarium so often."

She sighs, and shakes her head before speaking in a puzzled, dazed sort of voice. "I'm talking to a dog..."

[victory_howl]

Ammy tilted her head the other way. Who refilled the aquarium? And if it was their job, why shouldn't they do it? Why were they short on food?

Alas, without Issun here, she couldn't actually ask what she wanted to know. What should she do...?

[moontothetide]

Tara is going to hesitantly go to work edging around the blob of water to where Ammy is standing. Both her hands are visible, and completely empty. It looks as though there is going to be no throwing things on the menu today.

"...I wonder if you still have toe at oatmeal...all the, um, the new people here, th-they eat oatmeal. I mean, I-I'm sure I'd remember seeing someone like you are around before."

But it was a very big tower, Tara was prepared to admit.

[victory_howl]

Oatmeal? What the heck was oatmeal? That gross stuff she'd eaten before she got into the good stuff?

Ammy watched as Tara approached and settled down on her haunches, not retreating or approaching for the moment. After a moment, she scratched at her ear with her left leg.

[moontothetide]

...and, after a moment, Tara held out her hand for the dog to possibly sniff.

"I wish I knew a 't-talk with animals' spell. Guess even, um, m-mystical animals can't always talk."

But, well, she's still a bit nervous about making use of magic for anything beyond avoiding death by Persona.

[victory_howl]

Ammy paused for a moment, then sniffed at Tara's hand. Kind of an unusual smell, but not gross, like the monsters. And she didn't seem like a bad sort. Maybe a little timid, though.

Hmm... so she was some kind of a magician? Ammy nosed at the profferred hand with her snout. Her nose was cold and wet, as it should be.

[moontothetide]

She certainly acted like a dog, and she felt like a dog, even if she looked...well, nothing like a dog.

That was...well, reassuring. And a bit not, but mostly it was reasssuring.

Tara hesitantly reached out to pat Ammy on the head. "I'm Tara. And...I-I guess you can't tell me your name. Um...sorry."