[SE][OPEN] Never Learned to Swim

Peter Terrified of what I'd be As a kid, from what I've seen Every single day, when people try And put the pieces back together Just to smash them down The woods and wilds the framed the edges of the hollowed grounds were as much a sanctuary to Peter as they were curiosity. He still found new things, like the pool of water he had stumbled upon this time. He stared over it, considering soaking for a bit to alleviate the heat that had wrapped him in its oppressive grip, helped in no small part by his plethora of scarves and long clothes. Before he could decide one way or the other, a rustling from above caught his attention. Peters eyes flicked up before the rest of his head did, trying to get a glimpse of whatever it was before he reversed that he had heard it, but what he saw was neither a danger nor what he’d been expecting. A child, stretched out over the pool of water with a basket in hand. Peters sense of danger was a little bit skewed, but even he knew this wasn’t good. ”Hey, h-hello?” He called, hating the crack in his voice and the volume of it, but hopefully succeeding in his goal of not scaring her right off the branch. ”What are you doing? Do you need help?”