[ Seaweed that glitters? Emet-Selch propels himself forward while Hijikata's helmet lamp illuminates the plants and examines them closely. He doesn't recognise the species - but this is not unusual. Since his people's time, he has yet to see a civilisation develop to the point where they can plumb the darkest depths of the ocean. The pressure is simply too much for their fragile bodies.
Humming to himself, he warily reaches out to one of the fronds and rubs his thumb over the surface. It feels rough. Not stone-rough, but leathery in the way one expects seaweed to be. The glitter seems embedded in the leaves themselves. Some kind of mineral taken from the seabed or...?
Engrossed in his study, he forgets to answer Hijikata. ]
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Humming to himself, he warily reaches out to one of the fronds and rubs his thumb over the surface. It feels rough. Not stone-rough, but leathery in the way one expects seaweed to be. The glitter seems embedded in the leaves themselves. Some kind of mineral taken from the seabed or...?
Engrossed in his study, he forgets to answer Hijikata. ]