Chapter 4Waters closed about him. Light became myriad, reflected, refracted: blue and pale, green and gold. The sharp chilly currents of the north whisked past his face; he caught glimpses of silver and celadon fish rushing by, of startling topaz and sapphire fins, of black spiny creatures he couldn’t name. Plants he did not recognize stretched upward or clung to rocky outcroppings in muted rainbow hues. Dolphins and seals bobbed up to gaze upon him, open-mouthed, as he walked.
Breathing required no effort. He realized this almost immediately, and yet it did not seem important; he thought fleetingly that he should’ve cared, should’ve wondered at the way liquid seemingly transmuted to air with each inhale. But then again it was magic; he’d known this was magic. He’d come willingly, knowing
