Noctisardor Bypass the longships

to her credit, druid did attempt the same.
mahler had felt her collide with his hock. the little serpent was still wrapped around her ankle. but he did not like the idea of even the small coils squeezing around her throat, perhaps, or her tail, carried too gleefully along.
her question was an apt one, even through its childishness. "they have their own language, vich does not need mouths." 
the wind rose again, warmly. this time it scudded across the surface of the lagoon, so that the waves splashed audibly upon the bank. mahler watched birdsong recede again. "the sound of that means that there are fish to be found, but only in the deeper parts of the vater."