Eric ignored what scale color he had when he saw the exit to the cave in front of him. Eric waited for Silvercrest to to stop looking before he made a rush for the exit. Eric was almost successful until he stepped into a mud puddle. Immediately afterward his juvenile urges took hold as he started playing in the mud puddle. In this moment he was snatched up by Silvercrest.
"Looks like you need another bath. Tsk tsk tsk. This will never do. You're already a naughty little wrymling despite being born a while ago. Violas, help me bath this naughty wrymling. He keeps on playing in the mud."
"*Sigh* Plop him back in. I'll go get some toys to distract him with."
Eric is then lifted by his tail. Eric starts to fuss and whine.
"Pipe down little one. If you keep getting dirty the more we have to clean you."
Eric sighed as he saw his "mother" carrying what appeared to be two sticks and a hollow wooden ball. Eric squealed in delight as he saw the ball.
Why am I amused by such a childish toy? I need to get into my old body and escape.
As soon the ball is placed in the water Eric starts chasing it. Silvercrest and Violas use the sticks to push the ball towards Eric since he couldn't swim on his own yet. It was during this that Eric saw what color his scales were this time again.
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