[There's not much she could say here, and yet, at the same time, a lot. More than she probably has time for.
So she watches and listens, accepting his words even as he stumbles through them. It's the most she can do, but his praise makes her embarrassed. She blushes and looks away, running a hand through her wet hair. The sun feels good on her skin and hair, the water chilling her slightly; it felt good, though, a reminder that she was alive and still feeling. The water that dripped from her hair and down her skin felt like a caress of a long-time lover she hadn't seen in a while.
The water was part of her; she couldn't separate herself from it fully.
After a moment she opens her mouth and makes a soft noise, rising and lowering in pitch. It's like a croon and a whistle, an inhuman melody to sing of the sea she loves so much. And, mixed in there: Reassurance.
he doesn't have to be 'special' like he seems to think Rin and Haru are. Loving the sea, loving to swim-- even if it's just for fun with friends-- that's enough.
She lets the song end and takes a breath, tilting her head up towards the sky and closing her eyes as she listens to the notes die out.]
...Water does not care if you are human or not. It does not care for your reasons to swim. Once you are in it, everyone is equal, and the sea can be as harsh as it is kind.
Swim for your friends, swim for glory, or for the love of it. It does not matter. You are in the water anyhow.
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So she watches and listens, accepting his words even as he stumbles through them. It's the most she can do, but his praise makes her embarrassed. She blushes and looks away, running a hand through her wet hair. The sun feels good on her skin and hair, the water chilling her slightly; it felt good, though, a reminder that she was alive and still feeling. The water that dripped from her hair and down her skin felt like a caress of a long-time lover she hadn't seen in a while.
The water was part of her; she couldn't separate herself from it fully.
After a moment she opens her mouth and makes a soft noise, rising and lowering in pitch. It's like a croon and a whistle, an inhuman melody to sing of the sea she loves so much. And, mixed in there: Reassurance.
he doesn't have to be 'special' like he seems to think Rin and Haru are. Loving the sea, loving to swim-- even if it's just for fun with friends-- that's enough.
She lets the song end and takes a breath, tilting her head up towards the sky and closing her eyes as she listens to the notes die out.]
...Water does not care if you are human or not. It does not care for your reasons to swim. Once you are in it, everyone is equal, and the sea can be as harsh as it is kind.
Swim for your friends, swim for glory, or for the love of it. It does not matter. You are in the water anyhow.