<div style="text-align: justify;">Alannah blushed. Beautiful? She knew she was pretty, but had never considered beautiful. Scarlett Johansson was beautiful. Liv Tyler was beautiful. Her? <br/><br/>And then suddenly, boom, deities existed. Well, they had to, otherwise they couldn't have children. It certainly explained the sense of family with him. She supposed mermaids were probably a weird mutation made by some god at some point. Maybe she could ask. She pushed herself forward inelegantly as he asked her to follow her into the water. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Wait, that's wicked steep..."</span> Her warning came just in time for her to see Dimitri disappear completely under the waves. She dived, panicked, sighing in relief as she watched him keep walking as if he was just taking a stroll through a park, completely impervious to pressure, the rising lack of light, chill, and general wetness. She glided effortlessly through the water, coming to a halt a few feet in front of him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"No, I can only breathe underwatah. Speaking isn't something I do down here."</span> She chuckled. Small bubbles of air floated upwards from behind her ears. She swam around him in slow circles, one arm resting on her stomach, the other more or less just tagging along in the water. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Whaddya mean, morph watah? Like turn it into ice?"</span> She couldn't recall ever finding something so interesting. There was a man casually standing underwater. Not choking, not trashing around, but with bright, open eyes that expressed nothing but curiosity and respect.</div>