It's our fokken island now.

Laughter bellowed from the beast, amusement spreading across his face as Delaeni plunged into the ocean's depths. What a daring, little Sidi. Either she had confidence in her swimming skills, or she was confident Azoula would save her if need be. Looking back at her, Rhazien would flash her a smirk, before looking at Azoula. A look of this is interesting morphing across his features.

Turning to Aresenn, he was giving them more instructions. They’d reached the halfway mark, the island far off now. Good. His legs had grown numb, his breathing more haggard now but he took Aresenn’s teachings and slowed it down, focusing on relaxing his body and using the momentum of the waves to propel himself forward.

”Speech”