Thick Clouds
Eltanin growled at Thyr dangerously, his fangs lengthening as he pressed Tania's face into his chest. Thyr was done for. He started trembling with fear. His face flushed, suddenly he spun and swam away as fast as possible.
"Elty!" Tania pushed his chest with her hands and tried to move away, but it was a futile effort. "He izz urtt!" she said.
"He will be fine!" Eltanin growled as his chest heaved up and down. Most courtiers who were around them started moving away. "We need you back in the main hall." He released Tania when he saw that Thyr had left and wasn't visible anymore. She spun around immediately. "Where is he?" she jerked her head back, scanning the pool.
"He will be fine, Your Highness," said Esmeralda in a low, cautious voice.
"But— but he was unwell!" Tania persisted.
Eltanin pulled her out of the pool shaking his head. "No more touching the tails!"