Xyden picked at a strange cooked fish, the soft flesh coming away with ease in his long, sharp teeth. It tasted strange, completely unlike any of the fish he was used to eating. When he’d asked where it was from, he’d been told it was a rare specimen found only in rivers and lakes in Djarkel. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to scoff it all down and get more or spit it out in disgust, so for now he just picked at it. At least some of the things in the feast were proper meals though. He’d found a deep-squid meal that was apparently considered a delicacy by the Surface Dwellers but was in fact a common dish for his people. Another pleasant surprise was finding a species of seaweed that only grew in the presence of the heat and light that stemmed from the volcanic vents on the ocean floor. He wondered how they had managed to acquire it, but rather than letting it bother him he instead had eaten half of the total amount of the ‘delicacy’ savouring the taste of home.

The other thing that had put Xyden into a decidedly good mood was the rune he’d been given by the small Land-Strider called Val. It made sure his skin was always covered with a thin sheen of water, and while it wasn’t nearly equivalent to actually being submerged, it was far more pleasant than being dry. With that, he’d felt that he could leave his trident and the bronze parts of his armour behind in the temporary room he'd been allocated. Leaving the imposing shaped armour plates behind was a gesture of trust towards the college and its guardians, but he'd still felt his shark-leather vestments to be necessary. The humans seemed to have rule against wearing nothing that he didn't intend to break without understanding it. That and his armour was one of the few advantages he had over the female Naga should she decide to make good on her threat. He tried not to think about such unpleasantness in what was clearly meant to be a joyous occasion though.

In terms of drink, he was unsure of the purpose of all the strange smelling oddly coloured liquids, opting instead for the purest of waters. It was highly refreshing, especially since there seemed no limit to the amount he could get unlike in his travels to get to this place. Looking into one of the clear glass pitchers of liquid, Xyden couldn't help but wonder how many of the others here had magic similar to him. Rather than asking and perhaps offending a Surface Dweller with his lack of knowledge about their ccutoms he instead chose to try and control the water from the pitcher in a display of his ability, hoping others like him would see and investigate. He placed his hand on the rim of the pitcher and focused, forcing the water to run up the glass against gravity and onto his hand where it pooled in his palm, rising to a level where it should of spilled over, but instead retained its form. He made sure to focus only on the water in front of him, his experience with manipulating all the water in the area had apparently lead him near death, not something he wanted to replicate here.

Once he had drained half the remaining water from the pitcher onto his hand, he brought it close to his mouth and commanded the water to cross the small gap between his hand and his mouth. A portion of the water reached across and he felt the refreshing sensation of the cold liquid flowing downt he throat, but as he focused on that for a moment, the magic suddenly ceased. The water he had been holding in place with his magic splashed down his front, soaking the already damp Shark-leather on his chest. He chided himself for the slightly embarrassing display, but did not show any feelings towards these Surface Dwellers. Many looked at him with fear, simply because of his appearance, and that was how he wanted it to stay.