Arisu watched as bubbles escaped from Mystic's mouth underwater. She could tell it was a laugh even though she couldn't hear it. She wonders what his mother said when flushes bright red a second later. when the dust that had been stirred up settles, she can see his golden hair streaming around him like sea weed, and the water passing over his much healthier looking body. The sunlight reflects through the water making the scales of his tail sparkle underneath the surface.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>Far underneath the waves on her throne in the city of Atlantis, Calypso smiled the knowing smile of mothers. From the sounds of it, her son had found the one he was looking for. Something to keep the cold from bothering her and help her breath underwater, but yet not make her into one of the merfolk. The waves are starting to pound in Calyspo's head. Perhaps an old ritual... </span><span style="text-decoration: underline">Take your time son. I will not worry now that your safe and in good company. </span>