<div style="text-align: justify;">Was she supposed to stand or sit or lean or something? She had no idea, so she settled for the usual swinging hands, keeping a little more distance than she would have liked between herself and Dimitri. Alannah was surprised to admit to herself that she - wasn't at all surprised at what she was hearing. She had known that she had been dating a demigod since, well, the day they met, and the fact that his godly parent hadn't bothered to raise him himself was hardly unexpected. She scowled at the ceiling. Who did they think they were, anyway? The gods. At least Dimitri had had a great set of parents in Herschel and Jill, and still did.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"Oh, uh... Not so great, actually."</span> The smile she had been wearing almost constantly for the past month froze and fell. <span style="color: #4080FF">"I mean, I really like it. It's wicked awesome being underwatah. It almost feels like getting drunk when the watah rushes through ya gills."</span> She rubbed at the back of her neck with her free hand and looked at her feet like she hadn't seen them before. <span style="color: #4080FF">"I don't... I don't really tell people. Or swim up to them and scare them."</span> It came out half-whispered. Her long, inky hair dangled in front of her face, but she didn't push it away like she usually would. She had scared someone once. By accident, of course. But they still hadn't spoken ever since.</div>