Don't make me a liar, 'cause I swear to god When I said it I thought it was true
Really, their feelings on the Voice, on the tasks she doled out, were more similar than they should have been. But that was neither here nor there, not a conversation to be had when the subject at hand could see all, hear all. Maybe he should have been more careful with the information he offered out, as easily as if it were pieces of candy, but it was after the fact, by a long margin, and it felt safe enough. "She needed the blood to establish a shrine. To make a real uh..." He snapped, the sound sad with how wet his fingers were, and struggled to remember the words the Goddess had used. "A real connection to the area, or something."
The dolphins clicked and whistled in response to the crooning words, and the gentleness of them finally manages to set Nate a little more at ease, his body language loosening just a little as he watched the interaction. He bobs closer, a trick of the sea, and gains the attention of one of the encantado's properly, the inquiry towards him far less gentle, perhaps because of the way he was actually in the waves, not lingering above them. Poked and prodded, and, if that wasn't bad enough, he can feel the water pressure changing around him, the current squeezing, more than it should naturally, holding him in place.
"I think... we're getting close to the end of our welcome." He says, trying to be as diplomatic as he can, while also keeping aware of the pressure around his chest, though he wasn't quite sure of the intent yet. It wasn't like Nate had to worry about drowning, but he did worry about keeping Melita from seeing the attempt.
The dolphins clicked and whistled in response to the crooning words, and the gentleness of them finally manages to set Nate a little more at ease, his body language loosening just a little as he watched the interaction. He bobs closer, a trick of the sea, and gains the attention of one of the encantado's properly, the inquiry towards him far less gentle, perhaps because of the way he was actually in the waves, not lingering above them. Poked and prodded, and, if that wasn't bad enough, he can feel the water pressure changing around him, the current squeezing, more than it should naturally, holding him in place.
"I think... we're getting close to the end of our welcome." He says, trying to be as diplomatic as he can, while also keeping aware of the pressure around his chest, though he wasn't quite sure of the intent yet. It wasn't like Nate had to worry about drowning, but he did worry about keeping Melita from seeing the attempt.
NATE
