Got a spark in your heart so strike it
There's a tipping point where Kaisel leans too far, too trusting of the balance that an inflatable alligator is willing to provide. With a cry that cuts into a splash, he tumbles gracelessly into the crisp water. The alligator does a single death-roll imitation as it pops back up behind him, right-side up and as merry as before. He breaks the surface with a sputter, one hand grabbing for her spinkled edge as he drifts to Noe's more sturdy selection.
"I think it's fucking wet," he complains as his free hand slicks his hair back and sheets water from his face. "Well, guess I might as well find out now," he mutters to her, irritation dissolving into curiosity again. Besides, the water's nice. "Bet you lunch it's some kind of fancy relic," he grins at her before sucking in a breath and diving down to find out.
The dive is deeper than it first appeared above, and with nothing but a floating donut to send him on his way, he has to pour his energy into the slice of his hands and the ick of his feet, at least until some of the rocks and coastline nears enough that he can grab for them, using the handholds to pullhimself further down, towards that glimmering gold.
"I think it's fucking wet," he complains as his free hand slicks his hair back and sheets water from his face. "Well, guess I might as well find out now," he mutters to her, irritation dissolving into curiosity again. Besides, the water's nice. "Bet you lunch it's some kind of fancy relic," he grins at her before sucking in a breath and diving down to find out.
The dive is deeper than it first appeared above, and with nothing but a floating donut to send him on his way, he has to pour his energy into the slice of his hands and the ick of his feet, at least until some of the rocks and coastline nears enough that he can grab for them, using the handholds to pullhimself further down, towards that glimmering gold.
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
