02-15-2021, 11:45 PM
Kemala’s lips pursed briefly into a smile. None could be sure if the pleasure of her amusement derived from the acknowledgement of being baited, and willfully allowing herself to be snared, or that if she gloated over her own success. Regardless, the emotion betrayed her, but she didn’t care more to linger over the reveal for more than a few moments. Sören was handsome in a way she’d never before recognized. He was like one of those transparent fish that dwelled in darkness at the bottom of caves. His eyes were pale as theirs, and she had the distinct feeling of sadness for the pathetic little creatures. But for all her knowledge about dark-dwelling marine life, this little fish would prove to be slippery if she did not watch the nets closely.
“You should probably find someone to accompany you. Someone who is a keen swimmer,” she toyed with the suggestion just as she twined the fabric of her skirt laying loose upon her lap.
“No need to beg me, though. I’ll go with you just for the amusement of swimming. Although these icy waters may freeze me through to the bone. Best to take a boat and hope for calm weather, ay?”
“You should probably find someone to accompany you. Someone who is a keen swimmer,” she toyed with the suggestion just as she twined the fabric of her skirt laying loose upon her lap.
“No need to beg me, though. I’ll go with you just for the amusement of swimming. Although these icy waters may freeze me through to the bone. Best to take a boat and hope for calm weather, ay?”