Tentacle-like protrusions of various size and length seemed to serve as the sensory and prehensile organs. Wayne had identified one waving, restless flexible stalk as the eye. He suspected another of being the mouth, except that it apparently wasn't used for talking. The voice came from somewhere deep inside the convoluted mass of pastel-streaked tissue.
"Wand tog?" the Cirissin rumbled.
Wayne said, "Yes. Do you mind telling me what you want a high dragon bump for?"
"Blast away hearth," the Cirissin replied unhesitatingly.
Wayne swallowed and found it unnaturally difficult to do so.
"To blast away earth?" he said. "You can do that with just one high dragon bump?"
"Certificate. Alteration energy maguntoot. Compilated, though. Want splain?"
Wayne said, "Never mind. I believe you. Just tell me this: Why? Who do you feel it's necessary to do it?"
"Cause is necessary," the Cirissin explained. "Hearth no good. Whee dun lake. Godda gut red oft."
Sheilah gasped, "Why the inhuman beasts!"