swimming

Her eyes widened in understanding, and she stood up, one hand lightly fingering the black rock. Well, that made more sense... "You're... The first person here who I can understand." She said it quietly, not entirely sure if he'd heard her or not.

"I don't know." She shook her head, one hand going up to pull at her hair thoughtfully. "I remember there was a tree in the office when they brought me in. I think it was for... Christmas. So almost a year, right?" She climbed back on the boulder, stepping into her sandals before flipping off again onto the sand. "When did you get here?"

She frowned slightly, not entirely sure what he meant. His curse... His power? She realized that she didn't exactly know what it was, watching him carefully in case he suddenly spurted fire at her or something. "What is it? Can I help?" She asked, hoping there was something she could to to help him - he seemed rather worried.

She watched his eyes, mentally willing them to cloud brown again. She didn't know at all what his power was, but she wanted to figure it out. Was it... Could he see things that were covered in darkness, even? Or... Could he see everything? She frowned, shaking her head slightly. "It must be odd, no one understanding." Or maybe it was just her that didn't understand... She sighed, chewing on the inside of her lips. That was most likely the case. "I suppose you cannot describe a sunset to a blind woman."

She nodded, chewing on her lip. X-ray vision; wasn't that what people called it? At least, she thought so. "I'm afraid that this is one thing I don't understand... I was made with my powers; they're always switched on."

She thought she might have recognized the song; the memory was gnawing at the back of her head, just out of her reach. She whispered in Swedish for a few seconds, shaking her head and leaning back on her hands. She couldn't remember, and she was quite content to listen to him sing. He had a wonderful voice... She liked the language... Spanish. It was much better suited to song singing then Swedish or English, in her opinion.

She shook her head adamantly, eyes wide. "No... I don't think you're foolish. In fact, I am happy to hear it... I haven't heard singing in a very long time." She stood up, attempting to brush the sand off her legs with little success. She'd been sitting for a while, and she was itching for something to do; normally she would have had the attention span for just a few minutes of talking, but for some reason she'd gotten wrapped up in talking with Raphael.

She yawned, throwing her arms over her head in a surprisingly girlish motion. She was a little tired - it had been a few weeks since she'd slept, come to think of it - and the gentle waves and soft sunlight didn't do anything to help it. "It inspires me to try to be powerful, every time I see it." She didn't think he understood, but she didn't bother explaining, hopping back up the black boulder and taking a deep breath of the sea-smelling air.

"And the view's even better from up here." She offered, leaping off and turning a summersault in mid-air without noticing it. She landed on one foot, tucking the other under her like a flamingo. She'd become almost hyper the minute she'd stood up, and there really wasn't much she could to about.