Dragoncrest Cliffs i'm a pale imitator of the boy in the sky

tee? the boy titters, trying his best to copy his maman's eloquent seaside tongue. now it sounded like a mission was afoot; he had to go find all three types of kelp!
but a boy so small could not do such a thing. he looks up at the green seaplant atop his head, and then down at his shoulders, a disappointed frown tugging at his face. onlee gween.
he wished he could make it change color now. or — maybe he could! one could almost see the lightbulb go off behind jadou's eyes. he peels the slimy plants from off his body and returns to the spot of wet dirt outside the den he'd been using to collect his materials. then, he plops himself down in front of the mass of kelp, proceeding to meticulously "dye" the green tendrils a rather garish shade of mucky brown.
when he's finished, he turns to show maman, eagerly trying to set it back atop his head. bèl! back seewee!