It's our fokken island now.

Oh? Azoula hadn’t expected Delaeni to arrive- the small, lithe frame of the dog appearing in her peripheral, causing her head to whirl around as those volcanic orbs narrowed in on her friend. And when she followed after them, stopping at the shore of the frigid waters. Azoula shot her an expression that read, this is too dangerous for you Laney. Prompting her to stay where it was safe and observe. But whether or not she listened, was an entirely different thing.

Aresenn started speaking to them, giving guidance on how to navigate swimming in the colder waters. They needed to keep their movements smooth and controlled, which Azoula could do with ease. Slowing down, she paddled against the waves in more calculated movements- keeping her head above the water, conserving her stamina.  


”Speech”