Grape, Medusa, and the slightly older Nia sat side by side on the worn wooden table, their heads swaying in sync with the shadows moving under the light.
"Miss Medusa, what is Lyle doing?" the Light Bat Grapes scratched its own nose with its tiny claws, feeling the need to move around and relieve the fatigue it had just experienced.
"Cramming for an exam, you could think of it as the desperate thrashing of prey before death," Medusa's tail curled up at the edge of her coiling body, making small, rattlesnake-like movements. It didn't make a similar rustling sound; it was a stress-relieving action, similar to a human's leg shaking.
