12-30-2022, 07:17 PM
He was easily spooked, she thought upon being the recipient of his indignation. Granted, he may be insane to not be distraught by the prospect that they were adrift without link to land. The shore was not so far as to be unswimmable, but they would both probably succumb to shock before reaching the edge such was the temperature. Even a northern man would be vulnerable, and Sören lacked the blubber of insulation one needed to survive. Indeed, he was quite scrawny. He was unlikely to last long if they were dunked overboard.
Luckily, they had no such need. The boat did not come with paddles, but there was a reason Kemala did not bother with paying the extra safety fee. Their mode of transportation was within her heart. All she required was the hollow shell in which they floated.
When she dipped her fingers into the water a second time, a warmth flooded her bones. The stirring of Baikal’s waters was all it took to rile her soul, and moments later, the boat was nudged forward. It left a gentle ripple in its wake despite the quietude of the engine.
“The most important part of a boat is to not leak. I manage the rest," she said with the air of a teacher to her pupil, and onward they trolled. Although she kept one arm stretched out over the edge, it was so that her palm seemed to sweep above the water’s surface. Touching it was enough to sustain the Light within, but the connection that was formed was one she did not like to relinquish. It felt like flying.
Luckily, they had no such need. The boat did not come with paddles, but there was a reason Kemala did not bother with paying the extra safety fee. Their mode of transportation was within her heart. All she required was the hollow shell in which they floated.
When she dipped her fingers into the water a second time, a warmth flooded her bones. The stirring of Baikal’s waters was all it took to rile her soul, and moments later, the boat was nudged forward. It left a gentle ripple in its wake despite the quietude of the engine.
“The most important part of a boat is to not leak. I manage the rest," she said with the air of a teacher to her pupil, and onward they trolled. Although she kept one arm stretched out over the edge, it was so that her palm seemed to sweep above the water’s surface. Touching it was enough to sustain the Light within, but the connection that was formed was one she did not like to relinquish. It felt like flying.