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they trawled through the ocean's detritus -- firefly with more dexterity than she; her neck was bothering her, and she moved gingerly. she did not miss the dark scowl that was directed towards drageda - had she know firefly's thoughts she would have illuminated him with her own -- and they were far more vulgar.

pawing through a promising brand of kelp, caiaphas exposed what appeared to be a clutch of fish eggs collected under a broad leaf. she motioned to it with a stiff nudge of her nose -- "you big into eggs?"