aquaphobia

Struggling was an understatement, but he supposed that Malachai knew that. He had pulled him out of the springs, after all and the boy would have had to been blind to miss it otherwise. He didn't answer him though, finding little reason to actually agree with him. He went on to ask if he thought the crystal was trying to drown him, but as ridiculous as it sounded he did actually kind of believe it. He didn't understand it, but what else could it have been? Things had changed once he tried to move the crystal, so what else could it have been?

He didn't have any time to answer however before his eyes started to water uncontrollably. He wasn't actually about to cry, was he? He certain wouldn't have allowed himself if he was, but this was out of his control. Moments later the wetness turned thick and it was like he was like he was looking through a strange, blue glowing tint. It lasted only long enough to streak down his face before stopping and he pawed at his eyes, wiping the goo away so that he could see better. However, it only changed again to a blur only to refocus again on some fireflies leading him to a cloaked figure with a table between them, readied with items they seemed interested in selling.

Grimshaw approached with a heavy swallow, uncertain and nervous. When he looked at the items set before him, he wasn't exactly sure what he was looking at. There were two bottles of a strange liquid, though they were different, and something else. He didn;t know what that was, but the bottles seemed interesting. One of them in particular, pictured with two wolves and a mark over the largest one. Well, he was a large wolf. And with the bottle being larger than the other, and more full, he motioned to it easily. "The bigger bottle, please." He wanted this over with anyway, and if this bottle got rid of any of his problems, he was open to it. With more crystals than he was comfortable having, he quickly shoved two of them over.

"Speech."