PHOEBE
Phoebe wasn’t actually that far up his arm when he fell backward so before she knew it her head was back underwater again which she had definitely decided she did not like. Nope, nope, nope! She noped her way right up Jata’s arm, legs kicking and arms scrambling to get her back up, using him as a support. It really wasn’t the long of a submersion but it felt like eternity before both their heads were back up in the air. Jata would find Phoebe clinging to him fully, arms around his neck, gasping for air.Screw being ladylike, swimming was terrifying!
Her eyes were wide as she looked around, seeing Pim crawl his way onto a rock, shaking water off his scales before watching them. ”I-I don’t know about that…I don’t want my head to go under again.” she said, in perhaps a bit of a whine but she was clearly uncomfortable. Still, to appease him, she moved her legs a little bit, though it could barely be counted as swimming given how she clung to his neck.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
