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Who: Dustfinger, Gwin, and anyone else!
Where: Swimming Pool
When: Early Evening
What: Dustfinger and Gwin go for a dip!
It wasn’t often that Dustfinger acted like a child, but when he’d caught sight of the swimming pool he was unable to help himself. The fire-eater had glanced over his shoulder briefly to check that no one was around before starting to strip down to his underwear. He ran toward the water, jumping into the air and pulling his legs just before splashing into the water. He plunged under, letting himself sink to the bottom slowly before pushing up off of the bottom and breaking the surface of the water.
The fire-eater laughed happily, pushing his hair out of his eyes. Water slid down the bridge of his nose, dripping off the end of his nose as he swam back toward the edge where Gwin-who’d joined Dustfinger on his daily exploration of the hotel-was perched on the edge, looking at the water suspiciously. Dustfinger crossed his arms over just beside the martin, leaning his chin on his arms as he watched the animal try to decide if it was safe to swim in.
“There’s no nymphs in here,” Dustfinger informed the martin. Poor Gwin had once had a bit of a run in with a group of nymphs in the Wayless Woods. He had been rather distrustful of large bodies of water ever since.
The martin looked up as Dustfinger spoke, but soon returned to his survey of the water below.
Dustfinger laughed, shaking his head at the animal. He lifted him off of the edge and placed him on his shoulder, swimming toward the middle of the pool. Once directly in the center he started to float on his back, placing the martin on his chest. The animal looked wearily around for a few moments before finally settling down on Dustfinger, leaning over and lapping at the water.
Where: Swimming Pool
When: Early Evening
What: Dustfinger and Gwin go for a dip!
It wasn’t often that Dustfinger acted like a child, but when he’d caught sight of the swimming pool he was unable to help himself. The fire-eater had glanced over his shoulder briefly to check that no one was around before starting to strip down to his underwear. He ran toward the water, jumping into the air and pulling his legs just before splashing into the water. He plunged under, letting himself sink to the bottom slowly before pushing up off of the bottom and breaking the surface of the water.
The fire-eater laughed happily, pushing his hair out of his eyes. Water slid down the bridge of his nose, dripping off the end of his nose as he swam back toward the edge where Gwin-who’d joined Dustfinger on his daily exploration of the hotel-was perched on the edge, looking at the water suspiciously. Dustfinger crossed his arms over just beside the martin, leaning his chin on his arms as he watched the animal try to decide if it was safe to swim in.
“There’s no nymphs in here,” Dustfinger informed the martin. Poor Gwin had once had a bit of a run in with a group of nymphs in the Wayless Woods. He had been rather distrustful of large bodies of water ever since.
The martin looked up as Dustfinger spoke, but soon returned to his survey of the water below.
Dustfinger laughed, shaking his head at the animal. He lifted him off of the edge and placed him on his shoulder, swimming toward the middle of the pool. Once directly in the center he started to float on his back, placing the martin on his chest. The animal looked wearily around for a few moments before finally settling down on Dustfinger, leaning over and lapping at the water.