He…fascinates me. I don't tell him this of course. That would be foolish. I, Enya, Queen of Amaracin, of the dragon-people; possibly in love with an Atlantean? An Earthling? No. Still….he fascinates me. I have never been overly fond of water, the majority of my people aren't, but he IS water. The way he moves reminds me of the ebbing and flowing of the tides. And his eyes. Like sea foam in the moonlight, they are such a brilliant contrast against his earthy toned skin. I find myself watching his eyes during mission debriefings. Never before have I met someone whose eyes hold so much emotion. I always look away before his cerulean gaze meets my golden chatoyant eyes, though I could not tell you why. Perhaps I am afraid of what he might see. Longing. Longing to run my hands across his lithe shoulders and pull him close, pressing my ruby red lips against his. If I did I do not think he would mind. Sometimes I catch him watching, maybe even admiring me. I believe I am beautiful. My hair is black as sable, falling nearly to my waist, and it contrasts wonderfully with my porcelain skin. Perhaps my shining gold eyes with feline pupils are not considered becoming among the typical humans on Earth, but I am proud of them. And Kaldur's people, the Atlanteans, have many unusual traits. Kaldur himself has gills and webbing between his fingers. I do not believe he would be adverse to kissing me. But, what if he is? What if I try and he pushes me away? Ugh, why are such thoughts traipsing through my mind? I am a Queen! A dragon-Queen! Such worries and fantasies are beneath me! Still…