03-27-2019, 08:50 PM
Tristan rolled to his feet, but with the weight on his haunches, he sat more out of curiosity than poised to leap. Thorn Paw's nudges stoked sleeping fires, though, and the sparks flared with the sudden movement. His sharp gaze focused with hawk-like acuity onto the waters below. The shadow of a body ebbed with gentle waves - harsh breakwaters crested sandy coastlines not inner fjords. Pack called and I answered. Yes, he answered, but the focus frayed with distraction.
The slender shape broke the surface suddenly, skeletal arms reaching skyward. Tristan gasped and lunged to his feet. Arctic grasses crunched as he ran, but the steps were few despite the distance. The water swallowed his ankles, icy stabs ignored. He swam in these waters as a child. The lap of the fjord was his playmate, not a body to fear. He'd surfed the great waves until ice crunched his beard and froze statues of his eyebrows. The water was home as much as the Trollstone. It embraced him as a long lost friend.
He dived, water rolling over the scalp and braid like an eagle diving for fish, until his arms found soft flesh and scooped them upward, nestling her to his chest.
The slender shape broke the surface suddenly, skeletal arms reaching skyward. Tristan gasped and lunged to his feet. Arctic grasses crunched as he ran, but the steps were few despite the distance. The water swallowed his ankles, icy stabs ignored. He swam in these waters as a child. The lap of the fjord was his playmate, not a body to fear. He'd surfed the great waves until ice crunched his beard and froze statues of his eyebrows. The water was home as much as the Trollstone. It embraced him as a long lost friend.
He dived, water rolling over the scalp and braid like an eagle diving for fish, until his arms found soft flesh and scooped them upward, nestling her to his chest.