Dita
Dita turned to Meaia in wonderment. "Looks like she went to get rags and soap. Your right in that it doesn't smell like waste. Wipe it off before it gets all sticky tho, you never know what it is." She kept stroking it's handle, and playing with it's round sack of rocks. "They feel like rocks, or something like that. Why would it have rocks in it's body tho?" She squeezed them again, and suddenly there was a spurt. "It spit at us, it must not like it."
Dita turned to Meaia in wonderment. "Looks like she went to get rags and soap. Your right in that it doesn't smell like waste. Wipe it off before it gets all sticky tho, you never know what it is." She kept stroking it's handle, and playing with it's round sack of rocks. "They feel like rocks, or something like that. Why would it have rocks in it's body tho?" She squeezed them again, and suddenly there was a spurt. "It spit at us, it must not like it."