Seaside Moors wyvern lingo

being right did nothing to assauge val's fears of the water. he peered skeptically at the pool beneath regin's feet, performing a tight little inhale of worry as she leaned over and her reflection spilled along the dark water.

he had to think for a second about what she said. wait -- did she just -- ...

?!

his ears pinned instantly, followed by the firm whumph of his haunches hitting sand. "no!" the boy cried, tempering it with a quieter "i mean.. no. don't go in there. you don't know what's under there."

according to val's fears, which were based on murky dreams and half-lives as distant as any star, terrifying things lurked underwater and val had no intention of reacquainting himself with such nightmares.