Wheeling Gull Isle i'm growing and it hurts

For a moment, Droman was frozen. Did she not think of him as a fool, or an over-imaginative child? Was there a chance that Maegi actually thought that there might be some validity to Dro's claims? That little gift of hope and encouragement went a long way with the boy; it would not be forgotten. It's quiet right now, he sighed, replacing himself at the foot of the waves and motioning for her to do the same, if she so pleased.

Sometimes, everyone comes out at once. You wouldn't believe some of the things that live here. Turning back with a wide smile, Droman glanced to see if Maegi was as interested as he had hoped. He bent down and nosed around in the sand for a few seconds, hoping to find a trinket that he might offer as an example, but there weren't any close enough to the surface. Oh, well. Next time.

Back to the dialogue. That's when we talk the most. But then there's nights like this where everyone is hiding. I don't know why they do it — not yet, at least. One day, Droman would know everything that there was to know about the waters, and he wouldn't have to wonder aimlessly anymore. I won't be mad if you think this is dumb, y'know.