Thread:Eureka Enderborn/@comment-26444332-20170125023531/@comment-26084195-20170126070721

"Amazing..." Is all that the Terran ambassador says as he takes in the glorious grove. Each of them, in fact, seems stunned. The Naalu are used to their floating cities, the Murrcioun are used to their underwater groves, and the Terrans, well, they're just impressed. Claz'zakla places a hand on a tree, always pleased to feel shrubbery that isn't hard as rock. Not that he can feel much, Veydreth sense of touch is notoriously poor.

When they come to the throne, each one of them bows. The Naalu representative is the first to slither up and extend a hand. "Your highness, it is an honour. I am Matriarch Nizara."

Claz'zakla covertly looks around for Kurenai.