With a long sigh, Miaomiao shook her head, her emerald eyes reflecting the dim, flickering light of the waterway. After glaring at Marcus for a few moments, she finally gave up, muttering under her breath.
[Fine, fine. Your parents didn't pass down their legacy properly, so this isn't entirely your fault.]
Michael intervened gently, diffusing the tension. "Alright, that's enough, Miaomiao. Let's not be too harsh on him. Marcus, think carefully about what we just experienced. Didn't anything seem strange about that being?"
Marcus tilted his head, contemplating the question, and slowly nodded. The being's peculiar behavior—singing out of nowhere, swimming in circles within the lake—had indeed struck him as odd.
[Well… yeah, I guess.]
Michael patted Marcus's wing reassuringly. "Exactly. That unpredictability is the point. If we had carelessly voiced what we wanted, who knows how he might have reacted?"
