Noah sunk further into the water as Elann soaked her hair and began to wash. He would do so later, for now he wanted to relax. With an imagination as vivid as his own, it wasn’t long after closing his eyes did his mind wander far away from the current moment, from himself and Elann. He’d seen Elann’s glistening skin, and he thought it made her sparkle like a gem, her smooth skin, complexion, and bright eyes all adding to the display. Mentally, he didn’t comment on it though as he filled the darkness of his sight with ever-changing imagery.

He was partially drawn from his mind’s images when Elann set her foot over his legs. His hands went slowly to grab at it lightly, mostly his fingers grazing over the skin’s surface before her leg was torn away. He didn’t see her feet, or any feet, in the same light as she did; so long as they weren’t absurdly dirty he had little problem with them, thinking the dirt a consequence of living. It was small and insignificant. Soon after her foot had touched him and fled, she spoke up, asking what was on his mind.

Noah hummed, his mouth partially submerged under the water. He straightened himself up, drawing his head up out of the water until just his chin was dancing atop the tiny waves on the surface. “Flying,” he told her simply. “The past, when I used to fly over Zeltiva and over the mountains when I was younger. Or there were times when I would fly out to sea, following some of the ships to the end of the bay. Fishing too, when I would fish in the bay by myself.”

Noah cracked his eyes open, looking at her with his eyes, pale golden due to the candlelight. They resembled a washed out version of the stark yellow gaze he possessed when transformed, with the same sharp vision that narrowed on Elann’s dark hair and then her face. “Why do you ask?” he wondered in reply.