Liandra thought nothing of Sable's clumsy handling of the cookware, so naive she was in the nuances of awkwardness at her own charms. She smiled as the simple task of explaining the menu became a show, one she clapped for and giggled, her chest bouncing lightly. It reminded her of the first time she watched a master Coral Manipulator come and perform in front of her class. He put on such a big show, tons of enthusiasm, lots of flashy hand movements. She remembered the joy dearly, and Sable was bringing that to surface. She listened to the plan intently, and couldn't wait to try the recipes!
Sable leaned forward, a hand on her arm, her lips against her cheek. Liandra was now certain this some sort of Svefra custom, and one she didn't mind in the least. She was happy that her bounty pleased the blonde so, and wanted to continue making her proud. She would find the best kelp this area had to offer. She got up, and sauntered over to Sable, and felt compelled to do something crazy, something she would never, ever do, in the guise of this Svefra custom. She bent over, right in front of Sable, moved the delicate curls from the sunkissed beauty's face, placed a hand against Sable's chest for balance, and pressed her lips against Sable's once more. But this time, they lingered a millionth of a second longer than would've been norm for the "custom". As she pulled away, she could feel Sable's heart racing, as if trying to beat its way out of her chest, much like Liandra's own at the moment.
Confused at this knowledge, and afraid that she may have crossed a line that she couldn't recover from, she quickly disappeared away from the campfire, tripping nervously a couple of times in the process. She stole a quick glance over her shoulder, a brief glance that spoke volumes. Fear, worry, excitement, curiosity, among many other feelings, were discernible in those large, Laviku tainted eyes. She dove into the surf, a pit forming in her stomach. She didn't want to return after what she'd done. She was sure that Sable would turn her away if she came back. She'd been chased by nearly every critter in the ocean, captured and almost eaten by Myrians, and yet, this scared her more than any of that. Fear of losing a friend, an opportunity, a true chance at... something.
She floated around on Laviku's gentle caresses, until she found a bit of red tinted kelp. Plant life was sparse this close to the rocks, but if she went out further, unprotected, she could easily become shark food. She plucked several long stalks of kelp, enough to last several days, and wrapped them over a shoulder, between her breasts, and back up around her back again. She floated there for several chimes, trying to build up the nerve to face Sable once more. Maybe she could just drop the kelp and run. Should she apologize? Pretend like nothing happened?
She prayed silently to Laviku,
"Lord of the seas, what should I do? Should I return to her, or turn and flow away like the tide, never to be seen again?"