The tip of his barbed red tail flicks out of the water next to his knee with a tiny splash, then slips beneath the surface again.
He eats another berry. (His fingernails, and toenails too for that matter, are sharp pointed talons.)
Slowly, peacefully, he opens his eyes.
When he catches sight of Isibel, he yelps and flails, scattering his basket of berries into the water. It is apparently difficult for him to drag those wings above the surface in a hurry, because in the process of trying he manages to sink completely for a few seconds; he comes up coughing and spluttering amid the floating wreckage of his basket, his scarlet skin streaked with purple-black juice from the explosion of berries.
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He eats another berry. (His fingernails, and toenails too for that matter, are sharp pointed talons.)
Slowly, peacefully, he opens his eyes.
When he catches sight of Isibel, he yelps and flails, scattering his basket of berries into the water. It is apparently difficult for him to drag those wings above the surface in a hurry, because in the process of trying he manages to sink completely for a few seconds; he comes up coughing and spluttering amid the floating wreckage of his basket, his scarlet skin streaked with purple-black juice from the explosion of berries.