Peter
the seasons are turning into goodbyes I can live through
Peter hesitates, looking Evie up and down. Her muted, manic energy is putting him on edge. There’s pressure on him now, some kind of expectation. He always hated to disappoint, but this wild feel especially bad. Instead of responding with words, he just nodded, just as shakily was she had, and tipped his head out towards the water, gesturing for her to look. The surface of the water rippled, then bulged out, the feeling strong enough to make Peter turn and look. Well. A geyser had shot up, like a sea monster rearing it’s head. At least he wasn’t going to disappoint. ”It’s... I don’t... usually it’s smaller.”
It’s all he can do to just shake his head and smile along with her while she laughed. It was hard to not smile was she was laughing, as long as he could keep the idea that it was with him and not at him. ”Yes fish parts! A... a tail!” He wiggles his fingers over his thighs, mimicking a tail again. Evie sobers though, and he does along with her, mimicking her tone. ”I’m glad... glad she is too.” The spirit, the Undine had been too pretty to waste away from sickness.
The invitation to move was gladly accepted, Peters knees starting to cramp just a little. Blue eyes focused on the movements she started to show him, and he nodded along to her instructions. ”How... do you know I won’t uh... cheat?” He tried a joke again, then wound up and threw the stone, skipping it twice before it sunk into the water. Wrinkling his nose at the sight, he turned back to Evie, eyes downcast and looking for a second stone. ”I guess... you know by that.”
