Her birth home had been surrounded by water, cliffs and mist. Letha wasn't sure if she could swim -- but the reality was she wasn't sure if she could swim in this body. Something about the way Raza moved her arms and her body felt so foreign to Letha. Could she move like that, to keep herself afloat? She took a step forward, willing to try. Amun had said that if she were careful, she could live forever. If Raza was as capable as she appeared, that would make Letha feel safer. But would the woman save her if she went under?
Only one way to tell.
Letha followed the actions of Raza, and stripped down. Unlike the barkeep, however, she did not have a swimsuit. She kept her shirt on, the light, white and sleeveless fabric still covering her but not heavy enough to pull her down in the water. Her skirt, however, was different. She just had her underwear beneath it. Stepping, though tentatively, into the water, Letha waded out to where Raza stood.
