Alun doesn't look up as you sit on the dock leading to the lake. He stays in the water, the glowing blue lilies floating in his hands.

"I don't suppose you're here for the company," he questions, lowering his hand and letting the water lilies drift into the water.

He finally looks up, a peaceful, almost amused look on his face. "Please, join me. Or do you hate the water as well?" he says wryly.