Water is a mirror, reflecting our strengths and weaknesses, our hopes and fears.
Laughing at his disbelief, Elizabeth shrugs her shoulders. "It seemed unlikely when I was nearly incapacitated, crawling across the floor." A tad exaggerated, but she'd had multiple thoughts of how high the bar had been set in order to make their efforts worthwhile. Looking over the dark glittering pool of water, she has to admit that she'd do it all again. The previous Springs hadn't looked nearly as stunning. "I did once, although it was a long trek."
Elizabeth follows Iskra to the open bench, starting to feel stuffy in the thick clothing she wears. She pointedly doesn't look at his stretching muscles and hopes the steam or her warm clothes will disguise the very subtle blush on her cheeks. Her boots go first then the giant jacket that hadn't hinted at the simple black bikini underneath - the overwhelming fabric followed by the apparent lack of fabric making the comparison staggering.
She's suddenly feeling a little sheepish about her choice and doesn't waste any time slipping into the water, a soft sigh on her lips when she sinks lower into its warm embrace. Iskra's suggestion makes her laugh, easing further into the soothing atmosphere. "Perhaps..." Elizabeth smiles playfully, wading a little closer to hear his answer as she asks, "What do you think it means?"
Elizabeth follows Iskra to the open bench, starting to feel stuffy in the thick clothing she wears. She pointedly doesn't look at his stretching muscles and hopes the steam or her warm clothes will disguise the very subtle blush on her cheeks. Her boots go first then the giant jacket that hadn't hinted at the simple black bikini underneath - the overwhelming fabric followed by the apparent lack of fabric making the comparison staggering.
She's suddenly feeling a little sheepish about her choice and doesn't waste any time slipping into the water, a soft sigh on her lips when she sinks lower into its warm embrace. Iskra's suggestion makes her laugh, easing further into the soothing atmosphere. "Perhaps..." Elizabeth smiles playfully, wading a little closer to hear his answer as she asks, "What do you think it means?"
Elizabeth
