"Speaking of losing myself..." A slow mist was rolling in as the clouds slowly covered the sun. With the water flat and them being so close to the shoreline, he could see the light disapear across the horizon. Kalix smiled, but then his eyes went for the tree just past the sand. The branches were still mostly bare, and the mist grayed out the new blossoms. He took a few steps closer and watched in awe at natures way of captureing such conflicting pictures. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a notebook with a pencil looped in the spine. He opened it up and took the pencil and started sketching what was infront of him, not really adding any detail. He spoke to her as he finished up, "If I don't jot this down now, I'll forget about it by the time I get back to the academy and get my hands on my real sketch pad."