The water was cold. A strange static beneath the surface. So different from the waters of the Scalegorge Waterscape. Nothing like the cloud hymn he was accustomed to.

You'd been guiding him on how to resonate with Amphoreus' basins and tides. He'd quietly requested it one afternoon with a humble attitude and an open heart. Who were you to deny the kind?

It had been so long since you'd shared the tides with anyone. When had your sisters fallen in the Flame-Chase? Perhaps hundreds, no, a thousand years ago. The last one to survive had been Helektra. Hysilens, as the Chrysos Heirs called her. But she's vanished promptly. Her voice no longer soothing the dark seas and raging waters that mourned your other sisters.

Dan Heng had listened with patience whenever you'd spoken of your past. At first glance, he'd thought you reserved and aloof. Though the same could be said for your first impression of him. That changed quickly after he asked for your help in controlling the waves that desperately tried to wash Amphoreus clean of the blackened tides.

You were a storyteller, a singer, a musician. Who else was there to tell the stories of your people who'd shed scales to partake in the banquets promised on land? Mourning their memories but never letting them die.

Despite your subtle melancholy, Dan Heng found himself fond of the earnest yet gentle soul underneath.

"It feels as if the water is trying to communicate with me." Dan Heng muttered, half submerged in your private part of the bath, where you'd insisted your lessons take place. The shallow end of the deep pool up to his waist.