Dimitri followed Desmond, matching his haste. Dimitri wasn't as good at being discreet in public settings. He minded to himself, but didn't take care to attempt to hide any sort of actions that would turn head, unless, of course, magic was involved. He kept up with Desmond, excited to be close to the water again. It was precious to Dimitri, though he had heard that the water in Florida was polluted. Surely, it couldn't be worse than Boston?<br/><br/>He was wrong.<br/><br/>By the time Desmond turned to talk to Dimitri, the water was in sight. But Dimitri couldn't refuse Desmond's request for information. He was painfully aware that what was going around was overwhelming.<span style="color: #0040BF">"My name is Dimitri Midnight."</span>Dimitri said, his southern accent not helping his cause.<span style="color: #0040BF">"I've been told to go tell people that my last name is real. It ain't a joke."</span>Dimitri said, unamused at the sentence. It was something his god-like father had passed on to him as an order. Nereus always enjoyed poking fun at his family name, despite Dimitri's adopted dad having been Nereus's former servant.<br/><br/>Dimitri gestured for Desmond to continue walking with him.<span style="color: #0040BF">"My fater's a god, at least, that's what they call themselves. He's been alive'lot longer than most people, if not all."</span>Dimitri, even now, couldn't be sure about any myths authenticity.<span style="color: #0040BF">"He wanted me to find you. Said you had talents he'd need for somethin'. I'm just a messenger, but you can trust me. I won't lead you astray."</span>Dimitri promised.<br/><br/>When Dimitri's boots reached the water, the mere contact made the demigod shudder at the pollution. He took a deep breath; if the fish had to live with it then so would he. He turned back to the other demigod.<span style="color: #0040BF">"Take my hand, and don't let go."</span>Dimitri said, simply too. The entirety of demigod life had become so normal to him that he'd forgotten how insane it all was.