Lorcan had always been drawn to the water. There was something magical under the water, and Lorcan knew it. Over eighty percent of the ocean remained unexplored, and even though he didn’t have magic, Lorcan could still study Marine Biology, he could still explore the majestic animals that dwelled in the lower ocean.
He hadn’t been out of the sick room since Lysander had put him there, and he couldn’t help but be thankful. The way the village had been destroyed, the wreckage he’d been greeted with when he finally felt well enough to venture from Moody’s house made him glad that he’d been kept safely sedated in a hide away house. But there was only so much of being inside that Lorcan could take, it was too crowded and he had too many bad flashbacks of nearly dying when he was in there.
So, he’d escaped to the water, half reclining on the uneven ground as his feet dipped into the water. He saw Wendelin coming along and smiled. “Hello, friend.” He called out politely with a lazy wave of his hand.