Roland turns to him, adjusting his seat as the sheets crumple in the movement. He's not completely stuck on the page that he misses...something, evidently. The high higgledy is squealing in a loud, upwards lilt - Hiig! Pig! Piggle! - and has started to wave its arms around from side to side in an admittedly, adorable sway. Tidus meanwhile, is screaming about coral of all things, which Roland merely replies; "I think it might be shells. According to this, higgledies aligned to water are usually fond of colorful, rare shells." He re-reads the sentence, then looks like he doubles back on a mistake, not knowing Tidus already has his answer. "Oh, no. Hold on. It could be secret ingredients too..."
It's enough of a statement to draw a reply from the magical creature, though it's already engaged fully in its new master's enthusiasm.
'Hig! Coral is what I'm looking for! Shells are only snacks! Corals from a strange new world, corals from the deepest oceans, or the dark dark Abyss! Grateful! I will wait for your offering! Young sojourner, I like indeed!'
Its dance resumes. Roland is none the wiser, though is distracted by the squealing its making overtly, but none of the meaning coming through for him. Enough to throw both of them a curious look, the book slowly lowered.
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Roland turns to him, adjusting his seat as the sheets crumple in the movement. He's not completely stuck on the page that he misses...something, evidently. The high higgledy is squealing in a loud, upwards lilt - Hiig! Pig! Piggle! - and has started to wave its arms around from side to side in an admittedly, adorable sway. Tidus meanwhile, is screaming about coral of all things, which Roland merely replies; "I think it might be shells. According to this, higgledies aligned to water are usually fond of colorful, rare shells." He re-reads the sentence, then looks like he doubles back on a mistake, not knowing Tidus already has his answer. "Oh, no. Hold on. It could be secret ingredients too..."
It's enough of a statement to draw a reply from the magical creature, though it's already engaged fully in its new master's enthusiasm.
'Hig! Coral is what I'm looking for! Shells are only snacks! Corals from a strange new world, corals from the deepest oceans, or the dark dark Abyss! Grateful! I will wait for your offering! Young sojourner, I like indeed!'
Its dance resumes. Roland is none the wiser, though is distracted by the squealing its making overtly, but none of the meaning coming through for him. Enough to throw both of them a curious look, the book slowly lowered.
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