"Jael," I called out. He was sitting by the water's edge, right on top of the singing stone. He was already helping the sheep tie the wool into long, heavy bundles using dried kelp and vines.
From there, he would drag the wool into the water. Since it would be soaked before he even got anywhere, he would need a lot of strength to swim down.
"How are the currents?" I asked him and he lifted his head.
"The water is still fighting," Jael reported, his voice low, and I felt 'Here we go again with his water lore'. "The poison is slowing. If we can drop the wool now, I'm sure everything will work out."
I nodded and then gave him the thumbs up.
"Well, I don't think we need to wait any longer. Load them into the sea, Jael."
