Ankyra Sound and do the aqua-boogie, win lots of goodies maybe

knowing that this was as close as he would ever get to walking thru starlight, kharybdis lingers in the whims of his imagination; letting it grip tight and carrying him along the alternate reality he creates as he moves thru the illuminated tide. the beckoning of reality draws him back does is not strong enough to entirely dissipate the illusion. he feels as mystical as this  alluring sound and as the shadow pelaged boy draws nearer and puts forth a question that carries and hangs upon the waves, kharybdis feels a small smile tug at the edges of his lips.

he does not feel his usual nag of frustration as it takes him a bit to understand the words spoken and then formulate his own response in return. a giant? unfortunately, kharybdis only associates them with cyclopses and tries not to feel the imagined sting of insult ( for he considers cyclopses ugly ).

no, kharybdis replies. not giant. he mostly parrots the words back; mahgony red gaze sweeping over and studying the boy.