[pacifica - beach - ota]

[abyssum_invocat]

Sinthia rarely leaves the ship, honestly; she's lived most of her life indoors, and in cold climes, and beaches with bright sun and no walls are a little uncomfortably odd to her. It helps to know this about the girl, because she's currently standing in the sun with her (lightest) gray denim trousers rolled up to her calves, staring at the water lapping over her ankles as if she's incredibly suspicious of its motives.

When a wavelet laps a little too high and gets the roll of her jeans wet, she frowns expressively and simply lifts herself out of the water, although she's wobbly in the unfamiliar atmosphere. It will last, toes dripping excess drops into the ocean, until she's startled.

At which point you may have a wet eight-year-old on your hands. Good luck with that.

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[unfallen]

This is the first time the Angel has left the ship. Possibly the first time It has cared to, so It wouldn't know if there had been a chance earlier. It's walking along the beach. This place reminds It a bit of Atlantis.

But It has no interest in most of the people from this place. It's really only interested in the people with whom It is forced to travel.

As It walks along, It is quietly singing. The chant is an ancient one on Earth - Its earth, anyway. It has been a long time since It has sung this one. It stopped singing it when they had imprisoned It. But being here in this place that reminds It so much of Atlantis, back when It loved it, well. It's an angel and singing is one of the things they do.

Its own garment, which still appears to be made from light - though in this sun, might look more just white - remains dry, even when the water touches it.

It sees the girl and watches her for a few minutes, as he finishes his song.

[abyssum_invocat]

She hears the song--she definitely hears it, and it isn't particularly a favorite of hers so far--and flicks her head as if it's an irritant while she watches the water beneath her. She could walk farther out to see the fish, and does so slowly though to move forward she still has to lower herself down so the soles of her feet are touching the water.

[unfallen]

The Angel approaches closer. And if Sinthia is paying close enough attention, she might notice that It is walking on the water. It voice is soft. Kind and comforting,

"My dear child, what is it you seek?"

[abyssum_invocat]

"I just want to watch the fish," she murmurs idly, not looking over for more than a moment.

"And I don't know how to swim." Not that she's particularly interested in learning right this moment either. Hence the clothes.

[unfallen]

It offers a soft smile.

"Perhaps I could be of some assistance."

It offers Its hand to her.

"You see, helping people to enjoy the wonders of the ocean, without being in the ocean is a speciality of mine."

Hence the walking on water thing.

[oneahn_ayesh]

Ayesh had been taking a break from her workout when she noticed the child. She allowed herself a frown, before she schooled her expression. She watched a bit longer, then strode over as the child seemed to flat above the water. She crossed her arms and waited to be acknowledged. If she wasn't, she would speak. Though to be fair, she would say the same words once spoken to as well.

"If you let your distaste of the water master you, you shall not over come it," she said simply. There was no censure in her voice or on er face, both were carefully neutral, giving away nothing.

She wore, rather than her customary jacket and leggings, a two piece swim suit that hid little of her tattoos, leaving the sunbursts on her arms, the grasses and reeds on her legs, and the moon and stars on her stomach all bare for the world to see. She was an older adult, but fit, and she had no shame about her body. She had asked the replicator for a swim suit in her size and this was what she had been given. She was not fully aware that it was meant to be a children's suit, more or less. Or young teen. She was fairly small. The only other thing she wore was her knapsack, which seemed omnipresent where she was concerned.

[abyssum_invocat]

"I don't want to overcome it," Sinthia answered, not looking over yet; she was studying the fish, the colorful shapes and darting motions beneath the water under her feet. "I don't swim."

She had no particular desire to learn, either. If she could manage to stay out of the water, why bother? "I want to watch the fish."

[oneahn_ayesh]

"Overcoming things is a way to learn, and to be less limited. Swimming is also a way to have more control over your own life. But there is also nothing wrong with watching the fish," she said simply. "There is often a simple and understated beauty in that. A joy, even."