SKINNY DIPPIN TIME! :D
A howl rises up out of the talking, laughing, flirting crowd -- a low-pitched but loud howl, primal. Not rage or sorrow; it sounds vaguely like wolves on the hunt. Pleased. Almost a call to arms.
Sirius is at the heart of it, baying at the waxing moon, laughter in his eyes; his shirt is unbuttoned and his tattoo seems to pulse with each howl.
He whoops at the end of the last one and begins to run barefoot, Kassandra half a step behind him; his shirt flies away as it did the first time he saw the lake, and he flips off the rock precipice that rises a few feet above the deep water, diving clean. Kassandra, no less nimble, an island girl at heart, dives after him.
Others are already running to do the same by the time they hit the water; by the time her chiton and his jeans have been tossed up on the rocks, they are not alone in the moonlit lake.
Sirius is at the heart of it, baying at the waxing moon, laughter in his eyes; his shirt is unbuttoned and his tattoo seems to pulse with each howl.
He whoops at the end of the last one and begins to run barefoot, Kassandra half a step behind him; his shirt flies away as it did the first time he saw the lake, and he flips off the rock precipice that rises a few feet above the deep water, diving clean. Kassandra, no less nimble, an island girl at heart, dives after him.
Others are already running to do the same by the time they hit the water; by the time her chiton and his jeans have been tossed up on the rocks, they are not alone in the moonlit lake.