It was not the time of year to go swimming, inadvertently or otherwise – even the cold water at his shins had plunged him into a new state of awareness, trying to concentrate as he was on reeling her in the more rapidly. It seemed to be working as intended; she was nearing the bank, thankfully, so he didn’t need to wade in any deeper. (Not that Trystan would have minded playing the hero. Park lakes were still far lower stakes than he’d once been used to, certainly. He couldn’t even properly show off here.)
She, however, was a more interesting sight close up. It wasn’t even subtle, the way her hair was changing shades. At first he wondered whether the water might have caused a charm to malfunction – concealment and disguise was his speciality, after all – but the way it kept changing, stuttering as she spluttered from the icy water, was... interesting.
First things first, though – he could not let himself merely be a slave to his intrigue. “No need. Come on, let’s get you out of there,” he said warmly, leaning forwards to pull her from her knees. Curling an arm around her back, he tried to guide her up and out of the water with him by letting her lean on him, if she would.
She, however, was a more interesting sight close up. It wasn’t even subtle, the way her hair was changing shades. At first he wondered whether the water might have caused a charm to malfunction – concealment and disguise was his speciality, after all – but the way it kept changing, stuttering as she spluttered from the icy water, was... interesting.
First things first, though – he could not let himself merely be a slave to his intrigue. “No need. Come on, let’s get you out of there,” he said warmly, leaning forwards to pull her from her knees. Curling an arm around her back, he tried to guide her up and out of the water with him by letting her lean on him, if she would.
