Dimitri knew what it was like to walk away. In a word, it was just plain awful. The gaping hole feeling in his chest, like he was making a mistake. And all the regret in walking away. He wouldn't see her eyes again and he wouldn't feel the warmth she offered again. He wondered why he was even thinking about her at this point. She was certainly friendly. And beautiful. And funny. He cut his thoughts off at that point. He'd met other people with qualities like that! But still, it hurt to be walking. He wouldn't dare look back, otherwise he might not be able to look forward again. He just kept walking, even if it was tough to do. He'd felt a similar feeling when he'd left his parents so long ago. Except this was different. He wasn't sure exactly how or why. All he knew is that she was one of the better people in the world. He wouldn't soon forget the name Alannah.<br/><br/>Reality set in once more though for Dimitri. He was a demigod. He was bound to his element and the honor of his father. Even if the jackass hadn't ever shown himself, Dimitri knew he had to make him proud. Connecting with the sea was the best way to do that. Here was his chance to maybe learn something new, and continue doing what he'd set out to do. Alannah didn't know the real him anyway, it occurred to him. He so often forgot what he was. He wasn't some man that could pursue someone like Alannah, and drag her into some life like this. He was a tool to a powerhouse that decided to have a child, whether by lust or love, it was why Dimitri was here. With that in his head, he took a deep breath and stopped taking small steps forward, he walked on as though nothing was bothering him. Nothing should've been bothering him, so he pretended there wasn't anything wrong.<br/><br/>He knew it was all excuses. There were things that were wrong, even besides Alannah. He hated that he had to be bound to this. That he couldn't go back and make more plans with her. It was too late anyway. And he had to make his father proud.<br/><br/>After so long, he found a coastline. It was so weird to see nobody there. It was night, and not a car or person was around. And so he just got to work when he saw no boats out watching or people around. He sat down and dug his hands into the sand next to him and focused deeply. Just being so close was enough to hear the whispers of the sea, it was like when you held a seashell up to your ear. The whispers intensified as he called the tide to him. It was gentle, but existed. While the rest of the tide was just coming up same as always, there was an area of it that would continue and surround Dimitri. That part of the tide stretched out to stay with the rest of it, but would also not leave him. From there the water trickled up from his wrists to his heart, while still remaining part of the tide underneath him and in the ocean.