Kahl leans over the side very dubiously, holding his cup delicately in his fingers, looking for all the world like a cat who does not want to touch the water.
As the glow brightens, too strong and golden to be the pale daystone glow of Sky, Kahl almost seems to cast himself in shadows, and more shadows, dark and stark in the eye-watering light, roll away from him, uncurling like vast tentacles, like paper shadow-puppets on a vast scale. The shape of a surging, coiling Kraken is illuminated through him and behind him, trailing into the water.
And in translucent wisps of golden light, there's a boy with a pointed, playful face Zerxus might or might not know from the barge, screaming and howling in silent rage and pain, as the dark tentacles drag him under the water, his hair floating around his head, the last bubbles of his breath escaping.
Kahl, focused on his cup, doesn't appear to see it at all.
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As the glow brightens, too strong and golden to be the pale daystone glow of Sky, Kahl almost seems to cast himself in shadows, and more shadows, dark and stark in the eye-watering light, roll away from him, uncurling like vast tentacles, like paper shadow-puppets on a vast scale. The shape of a surging, coiling Kraken is illuminated through him and behind him, trailing into the water.
And in translucent wisps of golden light, there's a boy with a pointed, playful face Zerxus might or might not know from the barge, screaming and howling in silent rage and pain, as the dark tentacles drag him under the water, his hair floating around his head, the last bubbles of his breath escaping.
Kahl, focused on his cup, doesn't appear to see it at all.