Caleb followed, the water cool as it lapped at first his feet and then his legs, a welcome difference from the sun-baked air. The waves were gentle and the water itself clear and utterly welcoming. There was something vaguely dreamlike to the whole scene, from the strange midnights sands to the fact that his fingers were curled around the cooler, perfectly manicured fingers of Essek Thelyss.

Then he heard that laughter, turning in time to see Essek reach to hold his hat on, and suddenly the waves and the sand were far from the most amazing sight on this beach. Oh. Yes, definitely a dreamscape. A good dream.

"You are now, ja? So come, we can't stop here." He shifted ahead to gently tug at the hand in his own, to lead the drow out to deeper waters.