Seaside Moors wyvern lingo

no denying the increasing slowness of his steps. like cinderblocks had been tied to his feet.

nearby a splash had valravn shrinking -- the tide pool with its dark, splintered surface --

how many times had he dreamed of looking at that surface from the other side? of bubbles escaping his gaping mouth, of water seeping in through his nose and his eyes and --

gin's question brought him back. the boy frowned -- if they came out, he did not want to witness it. "maybe they're stuck there, like we're stuck on land." valravn wondered if they breathed water the way he and regin breathed the air. it sounded impossible to him.