Apart from the softly glowing veins of stone in the walls, the deep darkness only emphasized the fall of night outside the Grotto.<br/><br/>Naomi calls out the Farfetch'd she'd caught yesterday. It squarks in protest and hops on top of a nearby rock, looking somehow resentful as it clutches its Leek to itself.<span style="color: #6495ED">"I'm naming you Loon. And I need you. To take this end of the rope."</span>She holds it out to the Farfetch'd.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Up there."</span>She points to the 'lip' of the grotto.<br/><br/>'Tai slithers up next to her, and apparently follows up her words with a little lecture of his own, repeating his name with different emphasis. The Farfetch'd seems marginally less resentful after the 'lecture' and plucks the end of the light rope out of Naomi's hand, fluttering and hopping from perch to perch until it's at the top. Meanwhile, 'Tai slithers up the rock face, winding back and forth, until he's at the top.<br/><br/><span style="color: #6495ED">"'Tai's  very smart."</span>Naomi talks to the others, her arms crossed protectively over her boobs. She shivers a little. It's cooling off and she's still soaking wet.<span style="color: #6495ED">"He'll get it tied off by himself if he has to."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>