Dimitri was swimming lightly as the rain began. Huge drops spashed down into the lake, sending up small sprays of water. They beat down heavily on his hair, turning it dark, beat heavily upon his shoulders, like the beginnings of a massage. Dimitri was in complete sensory relaxation. The water held him like a dream, the drops performing a symphony on his skin, with thunder rolling in as percussion. Dimitri always loved the rain. He could lose himself in it, and had many times. He remained floating there, letting his surroundings become him. He was at peace. The worries of the stolen money, his trainings, his future all washed away.
He felt a ripple in the water and looked and saw Seven up to his chin in the water. Dimitri heard his question and leaned backwards. This caused his legs to float to the surface. He was now flat on his back as the rain pelted his body. Using his hands he floated over near the very pale man. He didn't notice the longing gazes or the cracking voice, "It is very difficult, but very rewarding. And it's not just all combat training either. My lessons have included meeting and helping various citizens and even strangers in our city. I've learned history, respect, honor. It's the greatest thing in the world, and soon I'll be a true protector of my city. I'd like to visit the world, but my duty to my Syliras comes first."
He continued to float there for a while but knew they needed to get the horse back before it got sick. Dimitri stood up in the shallow water, and turned walking out of the lake, water running in rivulets down his muscles. "We should be going, Serena will have my hide if I get one of her horses sick." Dimitri went over and dressed, but left his shirt wrapped around his bow, then leapt up atop the horse gracefully. He began to comfort and calm the steed and he made sure he had his quiver. He didn't get a chance to fish, but he had found what he sought.