Sequoia Coast I may be shy but don't underestimate me

the shyness was sweet, endearing, showing his age. slavo couldn't pick between helping shed it, or leaving it pristine and undisturbed.

a black nose moved his bangs aside, and revealed eyes solid in colour but brightened by persistent smile. the words used to describe them lacked a bard's loquaciousness, but they showed the beholder's truth.

"nou, yeau explain quite vell, yang ethan." said with that same smile.

then, he remembered the fish 

"ou, by th' vay, may ai tchreat yeau tchu ae meal of th' sea?" he tilted his head towards the tilapia. "don't suppose yeau've had dish laik it be-fore?"