Mystic smelled water. It was so close. His mind slowed by pain and dehydration far deadlier than any human could ever even imagine suffering. Six months of torture, torment, and withdrawal. Never more than a few droplets of water to keep their "sea nymph" from passing away on them. His mother, the sea goddess, was far from pleased her son was missing. Far from pleased and this had caused ships, no matter what type they were, to meet ill fates. The sea not being happy was the least of the land people's worries. He smelled water and felt dampness beneath him. That was strange but what would seem stranger was what was happening. The water droplets from the now stallion's fur was being absorbed. The water droplets traveling to the young sea prince's body. By the time they were midway through the town over half the fur of the horse he was laying across. He didn't know what a horse was though. First time out of the sea truly and what not. His uninjured arms hand moved towards the wet man. It was dripping water and his dry skin knew it was so close now. It was not going to be taken away again. His fingertips touched the mane and the water droplets traveled up the fingertips. Up the arm and all the way to his mouth. Swallowing the water as it reached his parched lips. The soft raspy voice was soon able to escape his lips. "W--- a--- t--- e--- r--- " Each letter came out slow and almost forcedly so. He was fighting passing back out. The stallion was fully dry now. There was a faint and slight dampness to the rider's hair now.