[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.

Comments

[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."