[ As he tumbles into the water, he feels the point of contact and the instinctual knowledge that in that small, minuscule moment, he is most vulnerable. Once submerged below the water, he is capable. Above the water, he is capable. But, with his sand saturated and heavy, breaching the surface in either direction would cripple him — yet, with Hayame, he plunges into the waters mindlessly. Blindly seeking a place where he knows the vines and flowers cannot find him, if he floats in a place where Duat does not connect to. If he were to hesitate on the bank, she might recognize a weakness in him, where he must continue to portray himself as almighty, untouchable.
Swimming with his body is a difficult thing. Treading water takes a little more energy than he has in the moment, but eventually he learns to tap his hooves off jutting rock to elevate himself a little more, and to keep the length of his spine parallel to the surface of the water. His arms circling gently to maintain the lazy drift he accomplishes after he remerges to taunt her playfully, his teeth bared winsomely in her direction. ]
Of course! I have always learned best in battle!
[ His 'attack' on her is pure childishness, as is his shriek of laughter as she blinds him with a burst of water before heaping her weight upon him, shoving him below the water.
Set tucks under her body, hands shoving up to find purchase along her ribs — tickling her uninjured side with clever fingers, holding his breath all the while. He has to wriggle to the side to find purchase with his hooves, to shove himself up onto his hind legs and tangle his forelegs in hers. Wrestling her, forcing her back into deeper waters. To play with her in the water, until they are cool and exhausted and can scatter themselves upon the ground — heaving for breath, letting the breeze dry them.
No matter how long it takes them to get to that point, he eventually will lift his head from where he has pooled it on his crossed wrists. To find her with his eyes and murmur: ] I want you to have more days like this, from now on.
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Swimming with his body is a difficult thing. Treading water takes a little more energy than he has in the moment, but eventually he learns to tap his hooves off jutting rock to elevate himself a little more, and to keep the length of his spine parallel to the surface of the water. His arms circling gently to maintain the lazy drift he accomplishes after he remerges to taunt her playfully, his teeth bared winsomely in her direction. ]
Of course! I have always learned best in battle!
[ His 'attack' on her is pure childishness, as is his shriek of laughter as she blinds him with a burst of water before heaping her weight upon him, shoving him below the water.
Set tucks under her body, hands shoving up to find purchase along her ribs — tickling her uninjured side with clever fingers, holding his breath all the while. He has to wriggle to the side to find purchase with his hooves, to shove himself up onto his hind legs and tangle his forelegs in hers. Wrestling her, forcing her back into deeper waters. To play with her in the water, until they are cool and exhausted and can scatter themselves upon the ground — heaving for breath, letting the breeze dry them.
No matter how long it takes them to get to that point, he eventually will lift his head from where he has pooled it on his crossed wrists. To find her with his eyes and murmur: ] I want you to have more days like this, from now on.