He wasn't surprised by the other's initial weariness or caution, something Enoch himself had learned to approach others with and yet, he is pleased nonetheless when the other seems to accept his presence. They move in their shared silence then, something else that pleased Enoch; he merely enjoyed the sensation of the sand and water and found himself not needing words in order to do so. Valuable, he thought, to have such a skill. Silence was a weapon, one he had seen his mother forge to perfection, but it was also a defence.

And rightfully so for the moment he had moved to push the water up at the smaller boy, another had appeared; like a shadow, she had come with silence but moved with a confidence seldom seen in their age. She wore her age deceptively well, he thought, and he instinctively took pause to consider her with a tilted head, his dead-eye tilted towards her as if to scrutizine her. But she did not respond as he had expected - instead, she was swift. He leapt back without warning, as she had done, and sacrificed the smaller boy to her games as she tore at the water, Enoch defensively to the side with his head lowered as he watched.

He rose when she spoke, though she had kicked the sand and water towards them, his chest now wet as he returned her grin with his own smaller version; she had an energy he had not encountered before. It was unlike Natiya or even Blackthorne...perhaps more akin to his sister, Escha, though even then, not quite. "Nothing bigger than this water," he finally jested, giving the small waves in front of them another smack with his paw before he lowered into a playful bow, "do you think we can conquer it?" It was a challenge to the pair of them, his tail giving several slow waves as if to lure the younger boy forward and into their games. It wasn't the kind of energy he was used to but...well, he was willing to try it.