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

there is soft, guiding encouragement in kharybdis' visage as the boy studies him; timid when he presents his next question. kharybdis does not mind the seemingly inquisitive nature of the boy, only that the language barrier always puts a strain on kharybdis. it lingers like a bitter taste in his mouth as he takes a moment to think thru his response, wishing fervently he could communicate better. it would come, the furies knows, with time and patience and practice — two of those things he cannot say he has a whole lot of.

no hurt. kharybdis finally responds, sheepish grin tugging at the edges of his lips as he prances slightly in the shallow tide to show the boy that he was not inhibited by pain. if anything there is a slight drag as the tide pushes and pulls upon his weight but that was normal. come. join. see? kharybdis invites with an amiable wag of his tail.