Damien’s look was still fixed on the toad tethered to his finger as it; having realised that hopping would do it not good, now waddled across the table.  It lifted itself up onto his long hind legs; hooked its front toes over the side of the glass and tried to angle itself so that it could see what was in the bottom of the glass perhaps.<br/><br/>He was fixed with fascination; so as Ally spoke he answered without thought or even acknowledgement.  “It was part of a trial to be accepted; being the outsider it was about the only way I could become informal with the tribe.”<br/><br/>The toad overbalanced and fell onto its back; bringing the glass down with it.  Damian reached quickly for it so that it wouldn’t roll onto the floor; then the mist that had been in his gaze disappeared and he turned a little confused towards Ally as she went about her business.  “Sorry; not sure what I was going on about there.”<br/>