Seaside Moors wyvern lingo

Something in her appreciated that he was willing to think on her question. His speculative statement seemed reasonable to her. The young girl turned her attention to their designated path with a hungry determination. Regin wanted only to know it the way she knew their home site and family den. Beyond that was her moodiness over living in the moors. It was all very ordinary, safe. She did not feel as though she knew anything about the world outside their home. 

Maybe. Do you think they come out? she then asked with a glance toward him. They were drawing near to their destination - shimmering tide pools that sat on the sand. Gin could smell the sharp tang of salt on the air. Her eyes squinted at it, but her heart beat quickened. Not much further and they'd be there.