As Shrieky comes closer to the water, he forgets about his concern about finding someone else in the forest. There were many things in Baedal which made noises and moved around, but humans tended to cluster together and talk, and they aren't exactly difficult to pick out in the forest, and anyway, he's almost at the pool. He kicks off his shoes in one lazy motion, and without stopping, steps out over the water like he expects it to carry his weight.
It doesn't.
His toes break the surface, and the rest of him is carried down with a whoosh of foam and motion, and he resists the urge to breathe in. After a moment, his feet touch the bottom of the pool, and then he tarts kicking his legs, together, in one smooth motion. It isn't quite how he'd like his body to move, but is as close as he can come, considering how his knees are jointed now.
He breaks the surface again, and takes a breath, putting his hands on the bank quickly, as if he's less confident about all of this than his method of entry into the water may have suggested.
no subject
It doesn't.
His toes break the surface, and the rest of him is carried down with a whoosh of foam and motion, and he resists the urge to breathe in. After a moment, his feet touch the bottom of the pool, and then he tarts kicking his legs, together, in one smooth motion. It isn't quite how he'd like his body to move, but is as close as he can come, considering how his knees are jointed now.
He breaks the surface again, and takes a breath, putting his hands on the bank quickly, as if he's less confident about all of this than his method of entry into the water may have suggested.