Evie
I'm growing up, but I'm not growing old
The ringing is still present and painful, but it does little to dissuade her from continuing onward. Hadama's hand reaching for her helps Evie focus on something aside from the awful tinnitus, and though his skin is disorientingly similar in temperature to the water around them, his grip is gentle and firm enough to ground her as it pulls her carefully along into the darkening depths of the estuary.
Evie longs to be able to speak with him, but she's nervous to disrupt the bubble too much and risk popping it. Even if she felt brave enough to do so she wonders if he'd be able to understand her - suddenly finding herself filled to the brim with questions about what life is like for him beneath the water and having to stuff them into her brain for later.
For now, the bubble seems to hold well despite the increase in depth and salinity - not that Evie notices, too charmed and enchanted by the goldfish Hadama has them slowly following. Her eyes are wide and shine blue in the dappled sunlight that pierces through the water's depths, scarcely daring to blink as she watches the wide flowing tails that ribbon out behind each creature as they swim. Her hand squeezes at Hadama's, having no other way to communicate the awe and wonder that balloons in her chest, making it hard to breathe despite the surety of it all around her inside the bubble.
Evie longs to be able to speak with him, but she's nervous to disrupt the bubble too much and risk popping it. Even if she felt brave enough to do so she wonders if he'd be able to understand her - suddenly finding herself filled to the brim with questions about what life is like for him beneath the water and having to stuff them into her brain for later.
For now, the bubble seems to hold well despite the increase in depth and salinity - not that Evie notices, too charmed and enchanted by the goldfish Hadama has them slowly following. Her eyes are wide and shine blue in the dappled sunlight that pierces through the water's depths, scarcely daring to blink as she watches the wide flowing tails that ribbon out behind each creature as they swim. Her hand squeezes at Hadama's, having no other way to communicate the awe and wonder that balloons in her chest, making it hard to breathe despite the surety of it all around her inside the bubble.
And I hate to do anything that I've been told
