[ Ciri laughs, and begins to wade back toward her when it seems Gideon is willing to (very slowly) possibly make the effort. She's ditched her shawl and hat, probably somewhere near Viktor's permanent sort of camping situation where they won't fly away, and wears only the white bathing suit that leaves her legs entirely exposed for the waves to swirl around.
The bay is fairly warm, even knee deep. Much warmer than the waters she grew up with, pleasant enough for swimming (now that it's intentional, rather than a sudden surprise with a passenger in tow who didn't know how to swim).
By now, she's also had a few drinks, and enough time participating in various beach activities that her mood is vastly improved with the sun moving toward late afternoon on the water. Enough to find Gideon's uncertainty quite amusing, in fact. ]
Only unexpectedly? [ She teases, splashing closer. ]
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The bay is fairly warm, even knee deep. Much warmer than the waters she grew up with, pleasant enough for swimming (now that it's intentional, rather than a sudden surprise with a passenger in tow who didn't know how to swim).
By now, she's also had a few drinks, and enough time participating in various beach activities that her mood is vastly improved with the sun moving toward late afternoon on the water. Enough to find Gideon's uncertainty quite amusing, in fact. ]
Only unexpectedly? [ She teases, splashing closer. ]
What if the fishes warned you first?