In the Night: IC Inbox

[scarsolderthanyou]

How does this thing-- is it recording? Right, sure. This is Stone. Leave me a message. Make it out loud, I can't read this shitting thing.

Beep.

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[scarsolderthanyou]

"Well, then, I guess you can tell this person of yours that I'm Stone, line-grandfather of the Indigo Cloud court, not that I expect she'll know what that means," Stone says with a rustle of wings that is the closest he can come to a shrug from his curled position, chin hooked over the edge of the hammock now to watch Daylight. "I can give you the whole story to write down, if you want. It started on the shore of the lake, when we got shoved into a boat like the ferry but smaller. There were fish, too, in the lake. I ate one."

[sunborne]

Daylight begins to write down what Mr. Stone is telling him, nodding along to show he's listening to him.

But then he hears the last bit and he looks up, helm tilted to the side. "You ate one of the fishes?" He's trying not to sound accusatory. He sounds... very puzzled by the turn of events. It could just be him and the lessons that had been drummed into his helm: Do not eat anything that was remotely suspicious. "Um... What did it taste like, Mr. Stone?"

[scarsolderthanyou]

Look, he hasn't had freshly caught meat since before he died. And it's not like it hurt him. Not much can hurt him, food-wise, to be honest. "It tasted like a fish." He flips his tail against the hammock in a non-shoulder shrug. "Anyway, we were herded onto a boat with a bunch of building materials that took us out over the lake and into some kind of underwater tunnel, where a big clawed hand tried to grab us. I shifted into my bigger shape and took Eliot and Matt further down, out of reach, and that's where we found the building."