With the stroke of the oars.

KILLIAN

Killian nodded to Are’s words, a willingness to try and make mistakes. That, the boy did have. The curly headed cobbler then reached into a basket and tossed a shoe towards Kiki and asked what he saw. He caught the shoe with one hand, glanced at Are quizzically, then began to inspect it. He turned it over with a pondering look, following its seams and shine with his eyes. After a feeling the material with a rub of his thumb, he turned to Are again with a shrug. He’d never been great at riddles like these, he was a much more straightforward type. ”A nice shoe! Looks like you put a lot of work into it, but yeah” he said, then glanced back to the shoe in his hand, ”A shoe.”

baby baby don’t be so shy
rock children hold your heads up high