[SE] we counted galaxies

Amalia "Was it cold there, too?" Of course, Amalia has no concept of a truly cold ocean - here in a tropical haven, the sea is as warm as it will ever be. Still creeping in at a slow pace with frequent pauses to rise onto her toes, the Shield continues her slow approach to the point where the tides will strike as high as her knees. Though more familiar in these days, the ocean is still a foreign thing to her, dark and endless and beautiful in its expansive, elusive nature. The note of impatience in Deimos' voice earns a raise of her eyebrow, the girl glancing sharply at her husband in amusement and surprise. Usually as patient as the sea itself, it entertains her to see the tables turned- though she ought to have known that it would only lead to retaliation on his part. "Don't rush me!" she cries back, her voice warm with laughter as she treads a step deeper into the brine. "It's not my fault I don't have as much insulation as- hey!" A sputtering of laughter and indignation as the girls is unceremoniously doused - with warmer water, to be fair, but the surprise and shock remains. "Unfair!" she calls into the sea, wrapping her arms around herself, a bright grin on her face. "I wasn't ready!" Then laughing, lightly, she dashes forward, abandoning her trepidation in favor of retaliation. Leaping lightly into the air with the aid of qilin limbs, the girl propels herself briefly upwards - before coming crashing back down, splashing aggressively into the water beside him as a pink, eleven-foot dolphin. reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you