Totoka River Help me do it myself

Short posts so I can start a new thread in Blackrock Depths before bed!

Szymon’s golden eyes were steady and unflinching as he bore the full power of the tuft-eared Vessel’s luminous gaze. I mean no harm, he thought, willing her to understand, I swear it. He understood the reasoning for the Liaison’s silence — not every wolf was fit to hear the voice of the Sea — and on a more personal level, he identified with the girl’s lack of verbal communication, whether due to disability or simple abstinence. He watched carefully as the little stray bade the Vessel of the Sea to wag her tail if she found the plan pleasing, and held his breath — surely she would understand the wolfling meant no offense. In stark contrast to the Sea’s tumultuous, greedy nature, this otherworldly creature seemed to represent Her gentle, soporific beauty. She was soothing and sweet-tempered, and obliged with a flag of her ink-feathered tail.

“L-Let us m-m-make haste, Chusi,” he said, mainly speaking to the cub, but he paid homage to the blue-black siren with a obsequious dip of his narrow skull. “Y-Y-Your Amayo — our Atoll — awaits.”