Kaisel
Kaisel grumbles in response to her remark, his hand dropping from his forehead to his hip in indecision. If he's being logical, he supposes all these people wouldn't be out swimming if it isn't safe, and Flora must do this all the time and still has all her limbs. Though, as she bobs up and down in the swells of the current, he rather thinks she looks exactly like a shark snack waiting to get consumed from below when she doesn't even expect it. Logic and fear don't tend to work well together.
When she gives something a bit more comforting to go off of, he eases a bit. The ocean isn't just a massive bathtub of water and sharks, there's rocks and reefs and sand all over making an underwater landscape no different from cliffs keeping back wolves. Yeah, that makes sense. With Spice serving as lookout as an added benefit, they'll have time to react before they're swallowed whole. He watches the dragon glinting occasionally in the light as she coasts overhead, sighing with some resignation.
Like a siren, Flora lingers in the spray, calling out to him with all the alluring songs of the sea. He cracks a smile at the notion, though perhaps sea-witch is a more accurate label for her. "No!" he nearly begs as the world flies from his tongue at the mention of another god. No, not a sea-witch, a sea monster, that's Flora. "I'm coming, I'm coming" he yells back, scoffing at her torturous methods as he pulls his shirt from his back and tosses it towards the sand that's still dry. He kicks his shoes off too, peeling away the socks with fervor to get at the itching sand between his toes.
"Here goes," he breathes to himself as he steps towards the water, the feeling of the liquid-soaked sand soothing under his barefeet. The wet beach stretches around his weight, water visible as it ripples away and soaks into the shore elsewhere. The faintest impressions are left behind him, soon to be shorn away by the tide. His toes curl as the rush of seawater splits across them and buffets his shins. It's an abrupt temperature difference and he gasps a bit, his hands flexing above him, helpless. He can feel the strength of the ocean even here, the water seeming bitter to break around his legs, the pull of it as the next wave readies a force that threatens to stumble him, and around him sand and shells are in freefall to the current. He's trusting her, but he can't help but feel only a madman first looked at the sea and said, yeah I wanna swim in that.
When he's up to his waist he finds he can't withstand the force anymore. He glances warily at her, eyes wider with the fear of this unknown than he realizes. He sucks in a breath through and dives into the next roar, popping up behind the surf with a newfound triumph and a smile of relief. He's alive, and it does feel nice in here. "Pools don't try to drown you so bad yanno!" he calls over to her as he slices through the water with a practiced stroke, popping under a wave as needed.
When she gives something a bit more comforting to go off of, he eases a bit. The ocean isn't just a massive bathtub of water and sharks, there's rocks and reefs and sand all over making an underwater landscape no different from cliffs keeping back wolves. Yeah, that makes sense. With Spice serving as lookout as an added benefit, they'll have time to react before they're swallowed whole. He watches the dragon glinting occasionally in the light as she coasts overhead, sighing with some resignation.
Like a siren, Flora lingers in the spray, calling out to him with all the alluring songs of the sea. He cracks a smile at the notion, though perhaps sea-witch is a more accurate label for her. "No!" he nearly begs as the world flies from his tongue at the mention of another god. No, not a sea-witch, a sea monster, that's Flora. "I'm coming, I'm coming" he yells back, scoffing at her torturous methods as he pulls his shirt from his back and tosses it towards the sand that's still dry. He kicks his shoes off too, peeling away the socks with fervor to get at the itching sand between his toes.
"Here goes," he breathes to himself as he steps towards the water, the feeling of the liquid-soaked sand soothing under his barefeet. The wet beach stretches around his weight, water visible as it ripples away and soaks into the shore elsewhere. The faintest impressions are left behind him, soon to be shorn away by the tide. His toes curl as the rush of seawater splits across them and buffets his shins. It's an abrupt temperature difference and he gasps a bit, his hands flexing above him, helpless. He can feel the strength of the ocean even here, the water seeming bitter to break around his legs, the pull of it as the next wave readies a force that threatens to stumble him, and around him sand and shells are in freefall to the current. He's trusting her, but he can't help but feel only a madman first looked at the sea and said, yeah I wanna swim in that.
When he's up to his waist he finds he can't withstand the force anymore. He glances warily at her, eyes wider with the fear of this unknown than he realizes. He sucks in a breath through and dives into the next roar, popping up behind the surf with a newfound triumph and a smile of relief. He's alive, and it does feel nice in here. "Pools don't try to drown you so bad yanno!" he calls over to her as he slices through the water with a practiced stroke, popping under a wave as needed.
And when the day broke, buried in violence
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
