Did all fish enjoy these kind of quizzes and games? The primitive Stallion thought as he watched the mother fish bob and coil around the dimly coloured egg, though he supposed that this was better than listlessly flying to and from places with little goal in mind. She even placed puns within her words which had Draevo smirk and huff a note of amusement. Jokes tended to go over his head more often than not, whether it was his failure to note when, or his literal interpretation of what Helovians said was up for debate. Puns? well everybody loved a good pun, even burly, rough speaking warrior-men from lands far from these.

The Salmon didn't waste her time on those that questioned her, or added unnecessary comments, which he had to give her credit for. Everyone was here because of the Egg, the Egg was in the capable fins of the Mother Fish. You played her game or left. It was that simple, Draevo would of done the same, if he was a custodian. He would of made them work for it. His head tilted towards the sand coated and green accented stallion near him, eyes rolling momentarily over to him. "It easy. Play." Who knew what these others were going to do with the Egg if they got hold of it, some he observed, seemed to be marked for death and it caused him to eye them with concern. At least if this sandy stallion managed to remain in the game, it would mean a slightly greater chance of the throat gaining whatever was tucked inside, and it would be safe in the throat if either of them won.


Ears and attention flicked back to her when she piped up again, confirming that his answer had been right. A small grin threatened to break on to his dark muzzle but he refrained, he doubted that the fish would end the games like that and decide the winner. He was right, she wasn't about to give up her quarry just yet, as any good mother would, she wanted to test their ability some more. So he strained his ears forward, hoping that it might be a question he was able to answer. Unfortunately, he was wrong. This time the fish turned the questions on to her own species and the lightning eyed stallion let out a quiet, frustrated sigh.


Rolling the words over in his head, he was by far out of his depth here, hah. The first two were nothing but gibberish to the primitive stallion, he didn't know the sight of a fish, whether they saw rainbows or black and white. He hardly believed that fish gained spots for killing another fish to eat or other such things, but what he did know was fish lived in schools, and stories of them huddling together and dividing in the salt sea when predators approached had reached his ears. All different colours and sizes, the disheveled, gross smelling stallion had boasted. It seemed the most logical, in his head anyway.


"Draevo choose C."