Blackwater Islands clock of the time dragon

Of course, Kerosene murmured. This way, then. They pressed their nose gently to the Listener's shoulder as they turned to lead her. The Speaker kept close enough to guide her with the occasional brush of their flank or their tail, but otherwise kept their focus on the path ahead. It was a long journey across the islands.

We'll have to swim a bit. Or you can hitch a ride on my shoulders and watch me drown along the way. That would be fun.