All is quiet beneath the waves

by Withered White Rose

The black pearl back and forth against his palm, like the beat of the waves against the shore, and the pressure of his thoughts a constant deafening hum. Back and forth, back and forth, until even the waves began to fade.

"Whatcha doin Kal?" Kaldur was sitting at the edge of the pool rolling a large black pearl around his palm, his features schooled to near impassive.

"What's that?"

"I am merely contemplating what has transpired. And this, was a gift from a friend at home." Kaldur spoke evenly.

"Oh, a lovely Atlantean lady, what's her name?" Wally teased, nudging Kal with his elbow and giving a ridiculously over-exaggerated wink.

"She is not Atlantean. Not in the sense you mean, her people are not from Atlantis." Kaldur continued his controlled calm.

"But she is in Atlantis?"

"Yes."

"oh"

"I have not seen her for several years."

"Do you miss her?"

"Yes"

"Oh" Wally sat silently for a moment. "why don't you go visit her?"

"It would take an act of treason to visit her."

"oh" Wally whispered, eyes widening in understanding and grief.

"Yeah" Kaldur broke.