The left half was black soil, the right blue water. Urim glided across the aquarium faster than the others walked, doing little more than flipping her webbed fingers. Wohie, who was walking in front of Will and behind Gatnom, reached out and slid her fingers into the water wall. They streamed across like a mother’s hand checking the temperature of bath water. Seeing this, Jabber hopped off of Will’s shoulder and dove straight in, causing a tiny backwards splash. The water rippled in every direction, bouncing off the floor and walls when it reached them. On the other side Jabber flapped his wings instinctively different (more like fins than wings) and swam swooping circles around Urim, who smiled kindly. After a few loops Jabber shot out of the water and was hovering in the air next to Will. “That was cool, Jab,” Will said. “It was kinda cool, but I’m used to cold water,” Jabber answered, having not yet learned Will’s strange way of talking. At the end of the hallway another door led to a room of complete dirt.
