[She pulls up the sleeve of her t-shirt - there are two of the creatures wrapped around her bicep like a particularly awful cuff, and they begin to unwind, creeping down her arm on their many many legs.]
They're good. I have a clutch of eggs back in the cabin, hoping to get them to hatch.
Do they? Good. [Taylor smiles, touching the head of one as she lets them both down into the water. That they can swim was an unexpected discovery made a few weeks ago - they look just as dangerous in the water, their many legs rowing along as they head for the fish like two trained otters, lending their aid to the herding effort.] I don't ever get a read on emotions from any of the bugs.
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[ While his outfit was still white mostly, the hems of his pants have taken on a darker hue from the water. ] How are your gu faring?
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They're good. I have a clutch of eggs back in the cabin, hoping to get them to hatch.
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[ A twist of his fingers and he sends a tiny puff of energy to them, just enough to be almost a treat, making the lines of colors pulse. ]
They feel happy, content.
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[ He steps to the side to catch a couple stragglers driving them into the funnel leading to a large bucket for later transport. ]
Gu are smart enough that they know how to show displeasure. Think of them being along the intelligence of a dog.
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