how the frostbite mangles

The woman's obliviousness to his silent urging only added fuel to Caedes's smoldering frustration. As she continued her humming and careless movements, he felt a surge of irritation rise within him like a tidal wave threatening to consume his composure. “Sailors round their candles, share their bitter thrall... Gotcha!” Her words drifted through the air, mingling with the rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of the falls. Caedes clenched his jaw, his irritation mounting with each note of her tune. Must she be so disruptive?

As she bounded forward and set to work digging at soil, Caedes’s ears began to ring with the god forsaken noise of bottles clinking and her continued tune that threatened his very sanity. And like a taut string snapping under pressure, his patience finally gave way. Pushing through the foliage with determined strides, he confronted the idiotically loud woman head-on. “Normally, I couldn’t care less about what anyone else does. But damn it all, woman, shut your mouth.” The obsidian brute boomed, his exasperation palpable. The woman's incessant noise had drained him of every ounce of patience he possessed, leaving him with no choice but to voice his frustration in no uncertain terms.