[She hesitates. It's disgustingly hot and humid, and leaping into that lagoon sounds nothing short of blissful, but she isn't in the habit of doing something so undignified-- especially in front of a man she barely knows. It's one thing for him to leap around in almost thing; it's another thing entirely for her to get soaking wet. Clothes or no, he's going to see a lot more than she usually permits.
. . . but it's unbearably hot, and it's not as if he's been leering over her the past few months. Rosalind glances back towards the camp, but no, no one's near. And it's not as if her actions of last month have had any lasting repercussions-- god, no, she's about to start a business with someone, no one cares, no one cares, so she hardly has to hesitate--
Oh, fuck it.
Biting at her bottom lip to keep from yelling, she slips off the ledge, falling feet first into the water. She sinks immediately, the water closing over her head; for a long few seconds she lingers there, shivering happily. The water feels fantastic, cooling and cleaning her all at once; she reaches behind her, tugging at her braid to loosen it so she can run her fingers through her hair.
When she surfaces, it's with a soft gasp, a counterpoint to his own exaggerated inhale. There's just enough light from the moon that she can see him, and she offers him a wry smile.]
I haven't gone swimming since I was a teenager . . . good thing I still remember how, hm?
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. . . but it's unbearably hot, and it's not as if he's been leering over her the past few months. Rosalind glances back towards the camp, but no, no one's near. And it's not as if her actions of last month have had any lasting repercussions-- god, no, she's about to start a business with someone, no one cares, no one cares, so she hardly has to hesitate--
Oh, fuck it.
Biting at her bottom lip to keep from yelling, she slips off the ledge, falling feet first into the water. She sinks immediately, the water closing over her head; for a long few seconds she lingers there, shivering happily. The water feels fantastic, cooling and cleaning her all at once; she reaches behind her, tugging at her braid to loosen it so she can run her fingers through her hair.
When she surfaces, it's with a soft gasp, a counterpoint to his own exaggerated inhale. There's just enough light from the moon that she can see him, and she offers him a wry smile.]
I haven't gone swimming since I was a teenager . . . good thing I still remember how, hm?