Typical, Arden thought to himself as familiar haunting voice rang through his head. Once again he had to rely on another's elemental gift to get him out of the predicament he was in. Another instance were 'spirit' was of no use. But as usual those thoughts barely surfaced for a second and did not reflect on his face nor reach a form of verbalisation. For as quick as they came they swiftly swept away down a deep dark hole where they remained still, silent and hidden. Locked away, ever slowly growing. 

No, the grin he wore was one of a charming and playful gratitude. His smile alone could speak volumes while his eyes kind and caring were truly fit for a spirit mage. Deep and mesmerising it was no wonder he could see the souls of things. 
As the water patted his face highlighting his tattoos, he didn't fight it but chuckled lightly and embraced the spay of cool liquid.

Arden looked over the now empty river, noting how far off he was from where the water had picked up his medallion. Without Darya's help he would have been here for quite some time if he ever found it at all. He looked over to Darya and caught her smiling at him. Darya the shy, silent and mysterious water Mage. Arden knew how to give a charming grin but there was something so sweet, innocent and infectious when Darya curled up those full luscious lips. 

Partly to impress, partly out of a sense to validate his own powers and position, Arden closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath as he forced a wave of energy down into his legs. Lowering like a spring he suddenly shot up in a wide arcing backflip, floating his energy down to his right hand he sprung off it as it hit the ground before landing back on his feet on the clear green grass. 

With a flourish of his hand he leant forward in a bow and then stood and waved. That's when he noticed it. His flip had fallen short and a splatter of mud had sprayed up his arm and sleeve when he had sprung off it. Even though now graduated he still couldn't get a consistent measure of energy. 

He needed to go clean his shirt sleeve and polish his seal but he didn't want to seem thankless. For some reason when around Darya Arden lost sense of his own words, he often wondered if it was due to some empathic link or simply some weird psychological behaviour. So he simply stood there like a mute and watched her for a moment as he decided what to do.