Blackwater Islands The blood is rushing, but you're paralyzed

Bridget watched her with a mix of amused fascination. She'd never seen anything like the process the girl went through to get the thing open, and she'd never have assumed something that looked exactly like a rock would contain anything like food.

She came over and eyed it to see how to go about eating it, then lipped at the bit that seemed to be what Mireille was talking about. It was surprisingly adhered to the shell; she had to use her teeth to scrape it off before she could swallow it.

Not bad. Looks like a lot of work for a mouthful, but I guess you don't have to chase them, huh? Bridget looked at the rock, then at the girl. Her mothers must have taught her that trick. She wondered now what other strange ways the coast held.

Maybe she'd try for a few more questions after they'd both gotten some food in them. For now she began to dig as well, unearthing a few for her companion to break open and eat herself.

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