Morgan could tell there were indeed spirits in the water. Different souls to the ones in Halo, who tended to be rather hardened and world-weary; these were playful, quick, seemed to want to play with the water she bent around them. It was harder to grasp their language, but she was just beginning to get somewhere, when a voice from someone decidedly mortal surprised her.
Annoyed at herself for becoming so involved in her task she'd become defenceless, she stood and whipped around, ready to face a threat; though it appeared she'd been lucky. This girl didn't look to be dangerous. Morgan relaxed a little, though she still made sure her weapons at her belt were easily accessible.
"I am attempting to communicate with the spirits of the water." She explained, looking back to the ocean, where the spirals she had made were dying back down to a normal wave against the shore. "I find the patterns make it easier to draw them to me."
