It's our fokken island now.

What was this? A small, dog girl arrived at the shore, hesitant to jump into the water but she had come to Aresenn’s call nonetheless- a girl he remembered quite well from Saffron, but hadn’t seen until now. Delaeni, the AWD. She’d been a prize more than a true Sidi- Apollyon had been drawn to the oddity of her beauty, and hadn’t torn the girl up too much. More than anything, he remembered how Azoula hawked over the girl- almost possessively. Oh, he’d have to investigate this dynamic further. Surely Apollyon wouldn’t have released the girl so easily to Azoula?

Aresenn’s voice pulled his attention back to the task, the treacherous waves pushing against his body, as he fought to stay afloat. Conserve their energy, and keep their movements smooth and controlled. With a smirk, Rhazien did just that- trying out Aresenn’s teachings. It seemed to help too, because he felt more in control now, paddling against the waves with more ease than before.

”Speech”