The Island ~T~ Titans Island

        Set agianst a backdrop of world famous landmarks such as the
Stature of Libery, another symbol for freedom stands proud in the middle
of the Hudson, the 'T' shaped tower of the Titans.
        Connected to the mainland habor by a skift-like barge, the island
itself is fairly commonplace. Vegetation is scattered over the rough
surface, with a small shed-like building scattered here or there up to the
rocky crags of its shores, even to the rising cliffface that forms a
windshield on the northern end.
        In the middle of the island is the tall 'T' tower, with it's
shining glass surface overlooking all those that see it, both with their
eyes and their hearts. Arranged to the north behind the south-facing tower
are three domes in a semi-circle pattern, the middle one having a tinted
surface and the flanking two transparent.

A stream of pale hair frames the silhouette of the small woman perched on
the rocks at the shore. Unconcerned with the world in general, she has
turned her attention to the night surf. There is a fair wind up tonight,
and a hint of rain in the air; the spray that flies over the rocks doesn't
seem to bother her, though the ocean is decidedly choppy.

Gazing with a slightly silly grin at the silhouette on the shore, Sand
pauses for a moment before deciding to approach. Then he does, quietly,
not even realizing he might startle her. Heaven knows, with the sound of
the water...but anyway, he reaches Dolphin's side, and glances down at her
before looking back up at the water. He doesn't speak.

Dol does not, in fact, notice Sand - at least at first. Not until she
turns her face from one of the harsher gusts of wind, and catches the
shape of the blonde man in the corner of her eye. Reflexively, she jumps a
little, but the blue eyes flash up to the handsome face, and register
recognition. A smile curves her lips.

Glancing back quickly as he registers the jump in his peripheral vision,
Sand looks apologetic. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." There's a slight
pause; he just sort of takes Dolphin in, smiling slightly. Then he grins,
suddenly, gesturing at the space on the rock next to her. "This seat
taken?"

Dolphin shakes her head, brushing platinum hair from her eyes. Strands of
it whip at your legs, and she gestures toward the rock with a webbed hand
and a smile that doesn't falter from its original welcoming form. Then,
remembering, she even adds, "Please, go ahead." Her low voice doesn't
pitch well over the waves.

Well, then, by golly, he'll *make* that seat taken! Sanderson smiles
slightly, sitting next to Dolphin; he brings his feet up on the rock, too,
resting his arms on his knees. He listens to the water for a little while,
then asks without turning, "So what do you think of Jack? He's afraid you
hate him or something, but I told him I doubted it." He pauses, waiting.

Dolphin blinks, startled, not that you can see it. But there's certainly a
slight pause before she answers, and an element of that same startlement
in her tone. "Jack? Why would I hate him?"

Sand Hawkins laughs, head lowering slightly as he reaches up and scratches
his nose. "That's what I thought. Beats me. I think he's just overparanoid
at the moment, what with the authorities coming down on him and
everything." He grins, finally looking at Dolphin again. "And you've got
to admit, whether you mean to or not, you're very good at being quiet.
He's probably...whatsit...projecting."

Dolphin bites her lower lip, almost imperceptibly, and looks toward the
ocean. "Oh! I.. I'll have to apologize to him. No. He acts very strangely.
But he's your friend, so I'm sure he's nice." Simple, direct, slightly
abashed.

Sanderson shakes his head. "No! No, you don't have to apologize for
anything. Yeah, he acts weird. But most of us do..." He hehs, then sort of
vaguely points Citywards. "Isn't that what your window at Warriors' is
for?"

Dolphin chuckles, the sound almost lost in the sea spray. "Yes. It's all
very strange." After a moment, she elaborates, "I didn't mean to make him
nervous. I often don't see people for lunar cycles... I forget to speak."

Sand Hawkins nods cheerfully. "Had a feeling. I mean, not the exact
scenario or anything, but, y'know, something like that." He looks curious,
shifting around slightly, then buttoning up. It's chilly. Doesn't seem to
bother Dol in the slightest, though, so he fights his instinct to offer
her his jacket. But back to the curiousness, "So how do you communicate
when you're under the water?"

Dolphin looks to the side, studying the seemingly-young man next to her.
She tilts her head a little, and makes another ineffectual attempt at
brushing her hair out of her face. She makes a vaguely graceful gesture
with her hand, indicating the water, then dips her fingers down a little.
Then remembers, and makes a slight face. "Body language, mostly," is the
vocalized response. "And.. the dolphins have their own speech. Most
creatures do. It doesn't.. echo right above water."

Nodding in acknowledgement, Sanderson looks thoughtful. "So when you said
'I see dead fish' in...Delphine, right? When you said that, it would've
sounded entirely different underwater?" And yes...seemingly young. But it
also seems that he's astonishingly young in other, unexpected respects, as
well.

Dolphin thinks back, and smiles. "That was Atlantean. The ocean has many
languages. None of them sound right here. The water has different sound."
She makes that same gesture again, indicating the spray of the waves. "I
can't always hear you properly - like at the party. Because everything in
air seems to sound from everywhere."