Ezra looked out from under the clear water, noticing a wobbly silhouette approach the waters, he curiously and sneakily began to swim upwards towards the surface, wondering who it was.

Could it be you? Or someone else..

Ezra peaked his head up from underneath the water, his eyes peering from under the bridge he was sheltering himself with. He lifted his hands to his face for a moment, rubbing his dark eyes, then looked again— it was them.

“They’re back?” Ezra inquired, his voice hushed whispery, he decided to greet them, swimming towards them from under the currents.

Ezra splashed out from the water, in front of them— surprise!!

“Long time no see,” He greeted, his voice returned to normal; relaxed. He was positioned on his stomach, leaning on his elbow (his hand holding his chin up), while his tail’s fin lightly tapped against the surface in between the sandy ground and the clear waters.