<div style="background-color:#6c9cb8; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #000000"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Something ancient?"</span><br/><br/>It wasn't entirely news to Alannah. She had read up on water related mythology every now and then for fun, but didn't know much. Maybe that was a flaw, considering how she was part of the mythos herself, but the oceans were old, very old, and so it made a lot of sense that there should be something equally antiquated still lurking in the depths. Had something woken up? Regardless of what it was, it wasn't happy.<br/><br/>Neither was Alannah upon Dimitri's last comment. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Whaddya mean, 'last chance'?"</span> She responded, somewhat shrilly. <span style="font-weight: bold">"He didn't ask ya to sacrifice yourself or something, did he? Did he?! Don't do that, it's not worth it,"</span> she babbled on, gripping his hand so hard her already pale skin whitened around the knuckles. What was he so afraid of, aside from exploring? Alannah didn't know, and for once didn't want to ask. Instead, she made a decision.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I'll help ya,"</span> she said quietly. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Two heads is better than one, right? And in the mean time,"</span> she continued as she began her descent still holding onto Dimitri's hand, letting her gut take her where the uneasy feeling felt the strongest, <span style="font-weight: bold">"you can tell me about that girl, huh? The one you mentioned back up in the coffee shop. What's up with her? You're a nice guy, but you don't just go around helping lost tweens find their way home."</span></span></div></span></div>