hold your breath

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone Hell yes, another redhead. It takes her a moment to realize that the figure swimming in the Oasis is quite a bit younger than she is - a teenager, really, and um, an awkward one at that. Lily had actually come for a swim in the water as well as the days were on the verge of summer and it was starting to get rather warm. That, and she was yearning for a bit of exercise. Her old life had taught her how to swim (only out of necessity were girls taught anything, and she guessed that living life near the docks and around the ocean meant drowning was occasionally a hazard), and though she doesn’t know what a modern day bathing suit is, even she, colonial American era Lily, knows you don’t swim with a dress on. Or splash that much. Wrinkling her nose up a bit at the noise and the ungainly way the girl paddles, Lily drops her stuff on the banks and yells out to the girl. “Hey! You all right?” merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye