Her hair had been whipping about her face even before the man’s warning, but the sensation heightened as the boat slowed, descended towards the ground again and landed in a juddering, skidding halt, sending a spray of water up behind her. Porphyria let out a cackle of glee as she was jolted momentarily off her seat, one of her shoes and a sodden sock thrown out of the boat somewhere onto the grass nearby. With a daft grin on her face, she clambered out of the wooden boat and collapsed on the grass, sprawling contentedly there to collect herself.
Pushing a stray strand of hair out of her face but too lazy to yet get up, Phyri turned her eye - as best she could from her angle - upon the man. Even up close, she didn't recognise him. Not one of the overblown society regulars, obviously. (She might have waded back into the lake if he had been.) “Nicely done,” she remarked, with a rare note of gratitude.
Pushing a stray strand of hair out of her face but too lazy to yet get up, Phyri turned her eye - as best she could from her angle - upon the man. Even up close, she didn't recognise him. Not one of the overblown society regulars, obviously. (She might have waded back into the lake if he had been.) “Nicely done,” she remarked, with a rare note of gratitude.
a sublime set by Lady! <3