Song of Whales

The lake was usually a peaceful place to be, perfect for compiling notes, studying the wildlife, and doing some magic practice outside of school. Today, there was another person here, not unusual, yet nothing special. He had actually heard the singing coming from this direction. Beautiful, but he didn't recognize the language. Nonetheless he carried forward, gently setting his pack down on the flat rock underneath a tree when he got to the spot. He saw the person singing at the shore of the lake. Not wanting to disturb them, he carried on with his regular routine, simply laying down a handful of bird seed on the far end of the rock he was sitting on and waited for the birds to arrive with a notebook and a pencil in hand so he could sketch them. It was more of a hobby at this point rather than gathering information for the archives. The birds here aren't too bothered with people, so he had no reason not to stay and listen to the humming.

Devias continued sketching the birds, internalizing the song in his mind. When the song stopped rather than pause, he glanced to the individual by the lake and saw her smile and nod to him, to which he responded in kind, returning to his sketching shortly after. But the singing didn't resume. "Hm... perhaps my presence disturbed her? Or is she simply shy?" he thought to himself. After a few moments of awkward silence, he decided to speak. "That song you were singing had a nice melody. The words though, I believe I haven't heard of before, and it has gotten me curious."

Ahh, so it wasn't that he was disturbing her, but she had thought she might have been disturbing him. He had never thought that anyone would disturb him, but that may be due to the fact that his cousin had learned to accommodate disturbances. "I have to say I've never come across that language before in any reference. Inuit..." he lifted his sketchbook's lower corner to write the language's name so he would not forget. He mostly wrote it how it sounded in his language, and would do the phonetical translations later. With that, he continued with the last few details of the birds in front of him. "My cousin would hum a lullaby whenever she worked on something too, if she ran out of things to talk about." When the sketch was done, he held it out slightly in front of him to see it on a larger focus. Seemingly satisfied, he put the pad down on his lap and tucked the pencil onto a grip on the pad itself. "Did the Inuit language originate from this planet, or is it extraterrestrial?"

Devias wrote down a couple more notes and nodded, commenting nothing more in regards to the language. "If I may make an assumption, your physical appearance suggests you primarily reside in water. The ocean perhaps?" Having no bodies of water as vast as the ocean in the void had made Devias particularly curious of marine creatures, including those who are sentient. "May I ask permission to draw sketch of you for the archives? I am documenting the species I encounter here on Earth, you see."

The Arctic Ocean. It was difficult to tell if how far that was in relation to the island because of its nature, but he did know where it was on a map, and what creatures resided there. Well, at least what the books reveal. When she said it was okay to draw her, Devias picked up his things and went closer to the edge of the lake, settling down on another flat rock that he could comfortably sit at. "You can stay as you are. You're free to move too if you wish. Non-directed poses often turn out better." Facing towards her, Devias began his sketch. "So there are only a few of you left?" he asked, wondering what may have lead to that point. Perhaps they were few to start with and had trouble multiplying due to the conditions of their habitat?