The sounds of the sea, whispering into his ears intensified as water covered his entire body, inch by inch. The hollow sounds soon turned to whispers in his ear. They weren't communicating with him though, he was oddly positive that it was just the sea he was listening to. There were words speaking, but they weren't English, he wasn't even sure if they were Greek. They were just something. That's all he'd ever be able to describe them as, he could hear it, but he couldn't understand it. He felt no negative emotions towards it though, mysteriously enough, it was only when things made the least amount of sense that he felt the most in place. Anybody could go walk the streets anywhere. But how many people could be covered by water as though it was a flowing solid and hear the whispers of the ocean? Not an entire lot, he'd wager. It had its perks at times.<br/><br/>He let out a deep breath once more and clenched eyes shut. He released his grip on the sand and the part of the tide that he was borrowing simply took on its normal width once more and joined the ocean again. It was as though he hadn't borrowed a tiny piece of the ocean, though he felt empowered. The whispers didn't leave with the water instantly, they had a few seconds of fading before he could no longer hear them. His clothes, despite being engulfed in water, were still as dry as the morning he arrived in the city. In some way, he'd just spoken with the ocean. Or rather, he'd listened in on the ocean's conversation. It was a rejuvenating feeling, he almost wanted to do it again. But it would serve nothing more than a rush of pleasure and energy to do it in the same area. And he didn't want any kind of addiction with the sea, in case he had to be away from it for a time.<br/><br/>That, and addiction in itself was something Dimitri strayed<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>far from.<br/><br/>He stood up, any piece of him that felt tired from being up was set to rest, any part that was worn out was now energized. He let out a thrilled whistle, Alannah had finally for the moment left his head, as he opened his eyes. He had the feeling that he just had an abundance of energy, he wanted to run, jump, bend water, swim, cut down a tree. It was a fantastic feeling!<span style="font-style: italic">Shark?</span>Dimitri suddenly thought as his eyes looked at the ocean once more. Still, one thing wasn't quite right. Or, a lot of things weren't, why was it at the shore? His eyes just became fixed on it. Sharks rarely hurt people, so he wasn't afraid. But he also didn't understand its choice to get so close. "What're ya doin' so close to the shoreline?" He asked. He admitted to himself. It was still weird to speak English to animals. Even if it was the magic doing the work.