I see your true colours shining through
The salty water soaks into him, and it is as if he has completed some kind of cosmic puzzle - he feels different, like the burn has shifted from a god-given magical sunburn to just a plain regular big day at the beach sunburn instead. He dived under the surface, relishing the feeling, coming up for air to hear the call from the man at the shore.He glanced around, floating, not feeling the clear earnest that the other does. Hands ran along his arms, before he began paddling back towards the shore to better hear whatever warning the man had to say. He resisted the urge to reply 'swimming' to the man, but raised a hand above the surface in acknowledgement of the words with his head bobbing a nod as well. "It'll be --" fine was the word swallowed up by the sound of a loud crack.
The wind picking up had gone unnoticed, in fact he had enjoyed the cooling sensation of what he assumed was a nice sea breeze. The crack of the branch loosing itself from the tree was loud, thunderous, and enough to get Chuy moving.
Really, he should have known better. Torchline was comparable to the northern territory of his homeworld in climate, and they had a monsoon season too.
"Yep, no, you're right mate," the declaration full of Aussie ways of speech came after much hurried movement to extract himself from the pool, glacial gaze peering about to assess the situation. "Name's Chuy," he said as he walked decidedly away from the pool and towards any kind of shelter, assuming the man would come with.
so don't be afraid, to let them show
CHULANE
