Delicate things are pretty - cute, even,
but you are not delicate.
You are wild and lewd and unpredictable.
You are breathtaking.
You are beautiful.
To be honest, I don’t actually swim all that often. But it can be fun. And I’ve never taken a moonlight swim either, so this would definitely be an experience. Frankly, I am not one to pass up experiences. Sometimes I could perhaps do with a bit more fear. But then, how does one live life to the fullest?
So, tossing Thorunn a wide grin, I wade into the chilly water. The night air is already cool and the rippling water of the river even colder. Cold enough that it causes me to suck in a breath as a splash deeper. But I force the breath out as I slosh through until the water reaches my shoulders. Then, squeezing my eyes shut, I duck my head under the rolling surface.
A moment later, I resurface with a gasp and a delighted laugh. Turning, I shake my dripping head, water spraying everywhere, before fixing my odd gaze on my new friend. “Well? What are you waiting for? It’s perfect!” I exclaim enthusiastically with another short, bright burst of laughter.
Giohde