The noise that Darkhor made would absolutely have caught Hakan's attention, if the man wasn't focused on Raukaas, who had stumbled into the sea. Without the time to answer Kiron, he sped to side of the ship and dove into the water without the best form. The fire boy was never really a fan of water.
He took hold of the little drakkollis and grabbed onto the wooden steps on the side of the ship. Slowly but surely, Hakan helped Raukaas climbed back onto the ship. Raukaas was definitely shaken, but he was physically fine. "Kid, I know you're worried about your dad," Hakan said. "Trust me, I am too. I really need you to be patient, though. I promise we'll get him back, but we really need my sister to do that. Just need a bit more time..."
He didn't know if the child really understood, but there was nothing more he could say. He quickly dried Raukaas off and himself off, then stepped back near Kiron and Taiga, who had just started to wake. Her glowing eyes snapped open, and she was motionless, as she took in what was happening. "Sleeping Violet," she said in her own voice. "I'm a little insulted, brother." She slowly created an ice platform for herself to stand on, so she wouldn't be dangling from the mast. It was a matter of dignity.
"I'm not giving her any more, Kiron," Hakan whispered. "I don't know what it'll do to her this time. Her reaction changes every time. Last thing you would want is for it to make her stronger."
Meanwhile, a man with white and blue hair and scaled wings flew through the water. The sound of Darkhor's roar had attracted the already nearby young man. He wore only a brightly colored skirt over tight pants with tattoos all over his chest. He was truly an interesting sight. He moved through the water like he was part of it. In truth, he kind of was.
The man stopped when he saw Darkhor. Another interesting sight. Do not be afraid, he said telepathically to the drakkollis. I mean you no harm. As a shaman, the man gave off a warm and caring energy, jus as he was able to read others' energies and experiences. He moved closer to Darkhor, placing his hand near Darkhor's stomach. He smiled and shook his head, eyes glowing blue. You carry Hakan's children. Never would I have expected... That wasn't the point of his conversation with the drakkollis, so he stopped what he was saying.
Darkhor, you must return. I know that the ship is the source of your strife, but they do in fact need you. Forgive the sailors their stresses, as life at sea is not a light toll on the mind or heart. Hakan needs you just as much as you need him, as does your child borne. Return, and you will not regret it. He turned to leave, then stopped briefly, his blue and black hair floating around him with his scaled wings extended. My name is Otikoro. Please, tell Taiga and Hakan that their brother anxiously awaits their arrival. With that, he smiled and disappeared in the direction from which he had come.