Ah alright, I shall make some edits then to adjust for that and he is likely instead going to touch the obelisk to force the opposing sides to separate. I should have considered the noise. I'll make my edits at some point in the next couple days.
"You're from very far away, aren't you?" she asked in a breathy voice, somewhere between astonished and very confused. Her eyes widened even further. "You've seen the sun, haven't you?"
"You have to help us, everything is wrong, the light is in pieces and the Dragon is stirring, and the Gods have locked themselves up, we're at the mercy of the Dark --"
"Is he waking up? Is he waking up and we're the ones who'll see it? We'll go down in history!"
"But why, do you think? Have we done something? Is someone down there?"
"Who knows! I wanna know why he stopped! C'mon!"
The boy leaped and splashed recklessly across the rocks, nearly slipped once, and boldly pressed both hands against the obelisk while the water frothed at his ankles. "Wind-god! Come out!" he hollered with a grin. The obelisk didn't respond at all. "We've been watching over you! We're ready for your return! Help us take back the island! We'll fight for our land and our freedom!"
"That is not quite how I would speak to a god," the girl pointed out calmly -- and she did not mention the fact that the wind-god did not appear to be at all interested in the boy's raucous crowing.
"You can release him," she called to Eliot, while her companion was distracted by his own ego. "It was you."