"Oh sure everyone come and crowd the elf why don't you!" he exclaimed grumpily, flailing his arms about at the pair before sitting up. "You have the whole beach and you choose the only part that is occupied. What is wrong with you? Stupid humans and their stupid sensibilities."
Looking to the side, he was irritated to find the pair still there. "Well go on! Don't lollygag now. This is my stretch of beach. Find your own, you buzzard. You don't actually expect me to move do you?" His eyes were wide and wild as they shifted about, unable to focus on one thing for very long. Ocarern could smell salt on the wind and imagined that it was the salt this unknown, intruding woman was pouring into his various emotional wounds.
'Why can't you just leave? Go away! Let me go. You're torturing me. Go away. Just leave me alone!' In his mind eye the image of the woman had faded and morphed into that of a dead woman with the voice of an angel. 'No Kessy, go away!' No longer aware of the present the elf raised his hands and tugged painfully at his hair, rocking back and forth as he tried to dispel the painful image resonating within his mind.