OOC:...whoa. You should write a book.
IC: Shryke had been watching Slurp in his fitful sleep, but little he could have done, anyway. He sensed a strange, mystical power during his sleep. It hadn't been quite strong enough to understand what had been going on, but he had still sensed it. Then Slurp had woken up, and asked him about his name. He told Slurp he'd just thought it up himself, just as something he could refer to himself to in his thoughts. He hadn't thought of it as a name in this sense...
Shryke explained that while Surp had been sleeping, he had been conversing with the queen Fleech about various matters, and a Fleech translator had helped them. He had learned much of the Fleech language. He wanted to learn many languages to help make friends and understand his world better. But the Walk men's and Mystical men's languages were so much more complex.
Shryke asked if Slurp was feeling better, then asked what had been going on in his sleep, as he had been twicthing alot and fitful, and Shryke had sensed a strange, but powerful glow coming from Slurp during his sleep.
OOC: Fleet is, of course, being held captive in his tree...in a metal box thing.
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