Seaside Moors wyvern lingo

val followed along willingly enough. as they drew closer, however, his steps would gradually shorten and grow heavier. as if weighed down by a ton of bricks, or the unseen and strangling sensation of fear.

for now they were far enough away that his blood pressure was only slightly elevated. he blinked after regin's question, fumbling with the intent of it. sheepishly, he looked to the ground while rubbing his nose in timid thought. "mm.." he was certainly giving the question lengthy consideration, but val knew there were other lives out there. he had dreamed it, many thousand terrible times. lived it, too. "maybe. maybe they're on the other side of the ocean. or under it."