With the activity in the camp, Blisss splashes up from the surface of the rainwater pond where he was mostly submerged. He wades out, shakes himself, and is completely dry. He is also completely flustered.
I… I’m so sorry… I missed my chance to watch… I was going to watch after Fwisp, but I guess I didn’t say it right to him so...
Fwisp, I’m… I mean, you I didn’t… clear make it to wake me when. Ugh. That doesn’t sound right at all. Learn your tongue must I. ……….OOOh! That sounded better!
It’s very pretty here in daylight! The damp smells sweet. I’m hungry.
The dappled colors of the watery sunlight filtering through the wet leaves settle onto Blisss’ clothes and suddenly stay in place there, as he bends down to the pond and takes a very, very long drink. He comes back up licking a drop of rainwater from the tip of his nose, sighing in satisfaction.
Loptr! You really didn’t talk much, but your snoring was… magnificent!!! I tried to do it too but I don’t think I sounded as good as you. Maybe if I was bigger.
So… if we’re going to travel together, I like to take good care of my friends, and especially the big ones with the big swords and axes and spears… because other people we meet, bad ones who want to fight or hurt us, go right for the biggest one of my friends they can see. So, if you like, I can help you, my other friends say it feels like a kind of tingle but it’s just a tickle really. Some last a long time and others, I just have to come over and hold your hand for a little bit, every 5 minutes or so, or it stops tingling. It helps you not to get hurt if they try to hit you. And some tickles are for everybody standing near enough... or flying, Fwisp, welcome you too are, near to be. Oh! That was right, wasn’t it!!
Like that tree over there, it’s near enough. And Ádhúil, Mystery, Illurien, pretty much all of you, you’re all more than close enough to get the tickle for everybody, if you want it.
Blisss points at a tree about 20 feet away from him as he goes over to the huge man. The dappled colors on Blisss’ clothes make his edges indistinct and harder to see, moving gently across the glade under the trees like a passing cloud in a wash of dim light. Smiling, Blisss cranes his neck to look up at Loptr, and stretches out his hand, coming to tiptoes and reaching up for Loptr to touch fingers.