Celebrimbor scanned for the angel, glancing over his wing in time to see Ambriel fall victim to the wave. He rumbled in amused satisfaction, that he'd been clever enough to escape the same fate the winged boy had succumbed to.
He circled back, coming to light on another upright rock close to where the tide was carrying Ambriel. There was a danger, Ashton realized, of Ambriel being tossed against the side of the cliffs and being injured. He tightened his talons onto the rock he'd perched on and dipped his tail down, swooping like a scoop through the waves to snag the angel as he was carried by, lifting him out of the salty foam.
Ashton then reached down and closed three clawed fingers around Ambriel's waist, lifting him out of the coil of his tail and the rest of the way up to his eye level. The dragon was making a chirping sort of sound, scolding. "Foolish."