There was a conversation in the current. Orion heard it the first moment he submerged after his little fit. Each little eddy brought another whispered syllable. He blinked in the murky depths of the water, the others swam on ahead. None of them took the time to listen. Orion took a deep breath. He thought it would be hard to mentally adjust to breathing in water, but it came surprisingly easily to him. What was more concerning was the way the water caressed the inside of his lungs, transcribing characters on his simple squamous epithelii. He knew it was trying to tell him something. The world was always trying to tell him something. The water around him seemed to heat with his temper.

"English, motherfucker, do you speak it?" He said to the water. The water replied with incomprehensible undulations. Orion tried to blow bubbles in the water, a lack of air made the process difficult. He sighed aqueously and followed after the rest of them a little faster, long limbs scything through the water. By the time he surfaced at the little cave the others were already landside. Orion remained in the water, treading easily with the water up to his shoulders. He blinked the water out of his eyes in time to see Mary sexually assault an furry.

"Called it," Orion said for his own benefit and looked around the cave. Everything seemed pretty well in hand. Kinda anticlimactic really. Dipping lower into the water Orion lay on his back, expanded his lungs with proper, lung filling air, and floated listlessly on the surface of the grotto pool. Drifting near the far wall he kicked off gently with his feet. A little harder with his left, spinning across the pool. Foxfire shadows cast across the roof of the cave. Orion thought about Plato. Mostly he was thinking about the whispers in the water though. His ears were beneath the surface now. The whispers were whispers no longer. Now they raged in his skull. Not the close, bodily sound of water anymore. It was thunder, arguing across the sky. He could hear it's pealing retorts and booming jabs. He would have thought it would be difficult to adjust to the dissonance was hearing thunder though the water. It wasn't. He considered Mary and the fox girl. It had been a really weird day. Orion remembered that he was naked. He should think about something else before things got even more weird.

Something splashed into the water next to Orion.  Orion ducked his head to see what it was. It was Jackson. He was using his glowing eyeball to make a ectoplasmic arm to carry their unconscious rescuee through the water. Sure.

Orion swam along lazily after the rest as they swam back the other way. The thunder in the water had started to fade away, just a few low, rumbling grumbles of some final slights. Orion was sure there was something important to be gleaned from what the thunder said. A revelation yet unknown to him. But the important thing was that was unknown to him. He growled at the water again. Swimming hard upwards Orion breached the surface like a majestic sea beast, surging up the muddy bank of the lake without breaking momentum. His shivered slightly as the cool air struck his wet skin. He opened his eyes and cleared the rest of the water from his throat. The first thing he saw was Maxwell staring almost right at him, a looking rather miffed. Orion stared back blankly for a moment. Orion shrugged broad shoulders. Marching up to his pack and scattered clothing Orion shook some of the water off of himself. Stretching his head to one side he ran his hands long his scalp gripping his soggy mass of nappy hair. Squeezing tightly he wrung a copious amount of water from his kinky coils. Sighing satisfied he straightened, with an inaudible, onomatopoeic 'boing' his hair popped back into a large, rough afro. Reaching into his pack, Orion toweled off with one of the extra shirts he had brought, being as thorough as possible to get the water from all of his nooks and crannies. Finally satisfied he started to dress.

"Strip. You'll freeze faster if you keep the clothes on, we need to get you warm." Reaching into his pack he grabbed another shirt, one of the black shirts from his first band it had the words 'Thus, I Give Up' on it in bold but boring white font and a stylized picture of some tangled rope and driftwood. He also found some jeans. Whistling sharply he tilted his chin up at Jackson. 

"Here, killer." Tossing the clothes at the moist teen. They would be a little big on him but at least he wouldn't freeze off his bits. Sitting on the ground Orion sniffed at the unusual sensation of grass brushing his nether regions. Pulling on his socks and finally his briefs and pants he paused to rummage through his large pack again. Pulling out his new acoustic guitar he straitened and fiddled with the tuning. Leaning against a tree opposite the others he waited for the rest of the pack, observing the scene. Seemed it was mostly all he was good for, adjusting the guitar to the curve of his hip he strummed fast but soft. He looked out over the water with the rest. Singing as swift and soft as his strumming, mostly for his own benefit.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxyhCm_vTMc&list=PL8ED2997D6F22E3D5&index=1]"Don't fall in love with me yet
We only recently met
True, I'm in love with you, but
You might decide I'm a nut
Give me a week or two to
Go absolutely cuckoo
Then when you see your error
Then you can flee in terror
Like everybody else does
I only tell you this 'cause
I'm easy to get rid of
But not if you fall in love
Know now that I'm on the make
And if you make a mistake
My heart will certainly break
I'll have to jump in a lake
And all my friends will blame you
There's no telling what they'll do
It's only fair to tell you
I'm absolutely cuckoo"[/url]