
Local Toa Thinks Hes a Fruit Bat Again
Toa Lewa hung upside down from the jungle branch like a stubborn fruit bat, his dragonfly tail curled so tightly it looked like it was personally offended by gravity. His legs were folded neatly, feetclaws dug deep into the bark, and he was humming a little tune when a flock of startled birds suddenly spotted him.
“Uh… this is normal air Toa behavior,” Lewa muttered, upside-down grin widening. “Totally not pretending to be a bat again. Nope.”
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A passing Le-Matoran froze mid-jump and stared. “Lewa, you’re hanging upside down again.”
“Shhh!” Lewa whispered, still perfectly anchored by tail and claws. “I’m practicing echolocation. Very important Air Toa duty. Bats get all the respect, you know.”