She seems to take joy in observing the little Dipper bird. For a time they both watch the small, brown creature hop anout. It's movements are constant, forever changing from one branch to the other."Yes, I would have to agree. A remarkable adaptation, it's quite different from the usual birds one would see." he remarks on her comments, glad they could have this mutual thought.
His russet auds swivel, her vocals giving him the most wondrous news. "Turtles you say? Just down the way then? I do love turtles."an obvious emotion leaking into his voice, he was perceivibly thrilled. Perhaps it was their shared, otherwise, laid back personailites. Though they did seem to slip into the water quick enough when he had approached. Or, of course there was the otherwise slow walk they took to the land, which surprisingly he rarely before caught them at.
"Sunning is a lovely pastime don't you think?"He inquires as she herself has a question for him, their path parallel to the river. "Why yes, Carp they are called.Hypophthalmichthys molitrix. Must be spawning season" he observes the fish trying to make their way upstream. "There is lore about the Carp fish. At the top of a waterfall on a legendary mountain the Carp swim upstream. Few are capable or brave enough to make the final leap over the waterfall. Ah, but the one who does, is turned into a powerful dragon."
