12-20-2021, 12:55 AM
Tristan planted himself like a trollstone in front of Thalia. “There is absolutely zero chance I am letting you free dive into the water again,” he said, golden gaze gleaming coins. “I have swam with you in the dream, but this is real life. You were nearly killed last time you tried. At least get tanks, equipment, fins, something first,” he nearly growled at her lack of preparation. “Not even a wetsuit!”
He pulled out his wallet and in short order revealed his own series of proof of his experience. Iceland was known for its surfing and there wasn’t much else to do for entertainment, not in the Westfjords anyway.
He started to take off his shirt, intending to have something dry to put back on for when he returned.
“I am serious,” he said, tugging it over his head. The newly inked tattoos were on full display buried in the hair on his chest. “I will tie you up to a tree if I have to.”
He pulled out his wallet and in short order revealed his own series of proof of his experience. Iceland was known for its surfing and there wasn’t much else to do for entertainment, not in the Westfjords anyway.
He started to take off his shirt, intending to have something dry to put back on for when he returned.
“I am serious,” he said, tugging it over his head. The newly inked tattoos were on full display buried in the hair on his chest. “I will tie you up to a tree if I have to.”