Wheeling Gull Isle amongst the whales and the waves

literally no one in Undersea can speak properly, i love it

 
The banded girl bristled like a mountain cat, which caused Komodo to strengthen his resolve and harden his stature. Certainly, this girl must know that he was supposed to be here — and if he hadn’t the knowledge of who she was, then why was she so defensive? The situation was a little absurd and so ungrounded in logic, a rule that Komodo rarely played by, that it almost concerned the roan medicine man. Maybe the girl was sick, and that’s why she was here… Coelacanth had a tendency to do that. 

Coelacanth joined them and seemed unperturbed by the strange girl’s many assumptions, so he figured perhaps he hadn’t heard her. “Ah am Ko-mo-do,” he annunciated clearly, making sure that each word was fully pronounced and touched each part of his tongue. Hopefully the man left enough space between his words to be understood independently of one another. The angakkuq knew the tonality of his rollicking voice was sometimes hard to decipher; and he truly had no clue how he had become this way. After so many years on the road, he supposed he was just an amalgam of every voice and every accent he had ever encountered.  With a bit more effort, he repeated the two words in question, carefully rounding out the final consonants and vowels. “anD, yOU?”