so hold nice and close the ones who get to your soul [pup baptism]

we can wrap up here - feel free to post either of you otherwise ill archive it in a week :)

The soaked hag watched as Spyridon and Kevlyn pulled from the rushing waters, the younger of which fell to the sand as if fond of its grainy touch. She offered a fickle smile as he coughed -- it was second nature now for her to hold her breath underwater, but it was a hard lesson to have swallowed.

Spyridon was regarded quietly, and with a dip of her head to commemorate the male for his fastidious attention to the youths, the Siren Queen rose. She would leave the trio on the strand to regain their breath and comfort -- while she, sylph of the sea, committed herself to busying their waning cache supply.