His thoughts turned turquoise and deep blue; he began to dance. It all seemed so simple now; he'd spent so much time trying to think, and yet now he only understood what he already knew - he did not seek for anything more, just as he would not seek for the sea to reveal its timeless mysteries. When he worked with Fire spells, what he tried to summon within himself were things like anger, determination, or arousal - things that had a name, things that were revealed; but Water was nameless in its ever-shifting aspects - their depths concealed in blue, their blue never made to be grasped. It was a kind of longing; an aspect of unreachable infinity.

From the lines Adrien had drawn on the floor, there rose a wave - transparent as it blinked into existence to then disappear into mist.