He'd never seen such an expanse of water or such soft dirt and it didn't take long for him to shed his shoes and run without thinking into the surf with a bright laugh. The cool water washed over his shins, salt finding its way into every nick on his thin legs. A quick hopping motion and Dante is out of the water as soon as he was in it, rubbing his legs down to ease the sting.
In the midst of his dramatics, a figure just further down the coast catches his eye. Her dark hair first catches his attention as he wanders over, keeping a good few inches from the tide and the waters bite.
"Hey! What're you looking for?" He called out over the gentle breeze as he approached, picking his way gingerly across the rocks with a newfound wariness for this great lake.
