Emberwood am i bleeding from the storm?

Alarian was immediately pleased with the other boy's response, finding his own relief in the sound of Delight's laugh. His tail swished behind him now, gaze instinctively drifting in the direction of the coast.
I like the beach. He agreed, recalling the sea witch he had met. Suddenly, his nose wrinkled in mock distaste. But I'm making you deal with the crabs.
The Governor looked back to Delight, gaze darkening from sandy to deep gold as the lighting shifted. Though he thought little of it now, later the boy would wonder at these circumstances. Later, he would find renewed intrigue-- a desire to find the boy again, to marvel at his uniqueness and at the tragic story they shared. But he didn't think about that now.
Delight, Ali began, testing the name again on his tongue. Perhaps it was fitting after all. Do you want to, um, hunt with me?
Already he was kicking himself internally, one ear slicked against his skull in shame. How awkward could he get? His gaze flitted to the ground for a few beats before he dared glance up to see Delight's reaction. The boy wouldn't have been surprised if his offer was rejected, bumbling as he was; he just didn't want this to end. Not yet.