[b]Gideon, Andrej[/b]

Gideon listened carefully, absorbing the legends and stories of the ocean. Andrej's words conjured up images of deep sea canyons, forests of tall seaweed and shoals of iridescent fish. So much could be found in the ocean. So much life, and beauty. The naiad found himself wishing he'd been born a nereid, or perhaps an oceanid. He quickly quashed the thought. However inviting the ocean sounded, it could not possibly compare to the sweet sound of a trickling stream or the caress of the morning mist rolling off a river.

Then he heard something. Footfalls, a way off, but approaching.
"Andrej!" Gideon cried to the water dragon, who had stopped talking and was staring at him oddly. "Someone is coming!"