I beg to differ I actually like the welsh language and the sound of it even if I can't understand or speak it XD



Dawn prepared himself for the backlash the groans and moans wouldn’t come without a little argument from some of the more “vibrant” members of their little group. His lips turned into a small smile as he heard his sister walk in to the helm room. The radar was blank meaning there was no one in the area but them so the storm wouldn’t be too hard to ride out now that they didn’t have to worry about colliding with another yacht or worse a cargo ship.

Turning to Izze he smiled at her expression taking her glare good naturedly, “Would I ever stop a party over a little rain storm you know better than I do that I would only do something that drastic when it’s absolutely necessary,” He assured her. He doubted anyone enjoyed a good party like he did but there was little choice in the matter, “Look after the storm is over we’ll stop somewhere and party, besides who said you can’t party in the rooms” he said trying to give her an alternative, “Go with Cos and Tatiana and enjoy yourselves while we ride this out. I would let you guys party on deck but you’d get washed over and that wouldn’t be much of a party would it?” He said smiling at her.

Smiling as Georgie’s voice came over the intercom he smiled and replied as he pressed the button to the girls room, “I honestly don’t know Georgie but I would say in a couple of hours we’ll be clear skies and calm seas again so why don’t you guys party down there in the mean time.” He finished off and smiled at his sister, “Now go you know there’s no party if you’re not there.” He said trying to cheer her up.

Tatiana pondered over Cos’s offer after she had put her things away and decided it was worth accepting while they rode the storm out; besides a little drinking could get her mind of planning ahead. Dawns words to Georgie propelled her forward with her instincts as looked over at Georgie and smiled, “well you heard the man, I’ll round everyone up and we can party here, in our room if that’s alright, I’m sure Izze won’t mind.” She said pointed out.

She leaned against the doorframe as she waited for Georgie’s response glancing over at where Cos and Izze were coming. She figured that if they could at least stay upbeat the whole storm thing would blow over and they can all get back to the sunny deck. They might as well anyway; a yacht full of dismal teenagers wasn’t exactly a great way to start off the vacation. The other night had been bad enough, so bad that she had needed that many drinks.

It was midday when Ionn finally came to a halt at the edge of the forest and pranced lightly into it his long neck shrinking as his body moved upward again and his clothes appeared once more. In his human form once again sweat beaded over his face his heart racing he leaned against one of the ancient trees of the woods and smiled as he breathed the sweet scent in. though still a distance away he could smell the tinge of salty air as the clouds hovered over the sun and began to crowd the sky.

That was strange indeed; it had never once rained all the years that he dared to venture down here to see if the heroes had come. His lips were pressed into a thin worried line.This could indeed be a bad omen but he could not know until the day was over and only then would he know. Until then he had to set up came before heading down to the shore of speaking shells.

Adjusting his bag he rolled his shoulders back and made his way further into the woods looking for the clearing he usually camped at when here. His keen senses picked up every rustle in the forest the sound of the trees whispering and the sounds of many distant hooves told him that he was not alone in the woods. Keeping his guard up he made his way carefully through the woods at least if anyone dared to stop him he could argue he was indeed nothing more than a nomadic bard as he took out his harp and began strumming lightly on it and singing softly the songs of old.