Coconut Grove Your anger is frightening the sand

Although it was difficult and sloppy, he managed to take the edge off his thirst and when Peregrine reached the bottom of the makeshift dish, his tongue felt slightly more mobile. He scraped it against his teeth and was just contemplating attempting speech again when the fair young lady spoke to him once more, her voice soft and kind.

Her name immediately captured his attention. "Deeeeerrrrr," Peregrine drawled without thinking, then slapped his mouth shut sloppily, letting her continue. This was Lasher's daughter, he acknowledged with a few blinks of his eyes. She wanted to take him home with her to Donnelaith. Of course, he immediately resisted the idea internally.

"Nnnnnnnnnn," he tried to helplessly refute. But, of course, she was right. His inability to speak spoke for itself. He might not have a choice here.

All the same, he tried to protest with the only other language left to him. Peregrine shoved very drunkenly to his feet, wobbling and swaying but somehow remaining more or less upright. He felt like his face and everything else was drooping, though maybe that was just in his head. He felt strange and foolish, yet he planted his black toes in the sand and unevenly shook his head, demonstrating that he didn't particularly intend to cooperate.

"Nnnnn, nnn," he tried again, feeling like he was recovering slightly more feeling in his lips and tongue with every passing second. Maybe more water would help? His gaze suddenly and pointedly dropped to the empty coconut shell.