It wasn't till just then that Kit stepped off of Zindr's feet, slowly, carefully, giving the old Svefra the time she needed to fall into the postion herself. Her feet slipped a little, her knees bent a little . . . But for a first time? Kit thought Zindr had done well enough for herself. Kit was biting her lip, wondering what direction to try to take the lesson when Edri saved her from the decision. Kit smiled, grateful, reaching up and scratching at her back as the youngest Svefra invited Kit to listen of her own styling.
Behind her, Kit heard Zindr collapse, hiss a word in Fratava with an furious intonation that was hard to miss. Kit peered over her shoulder, and back at Edri.
Kit frowned as Edri suggested stripping down. This was not the baths at home, and Kit was reluctant to bare herself in front of strangers, in the most literal sense of the word. She crossed her arms, guessed at how long it would take for her to walk back to the city, back home. Then threw waterlogged clothes on top of it and made a face.
She disrobed as quickly as she was able, leaving her clothes in a little pile in the sand. Kit clutched at her sides, shivered slightly at the odd feeling of the breeze against her whole body.
Laviku's embrace was a welcome one to Edri, but to Kit it was strange and foreign. She took slow, halting steps toward the surf, her feet in the water now as the sand pulled her feet a little deeper than expected, and sent Kit half staggering, half falling forward, the water swallowing up her lower half.
She had expected the chill of cool water, but instead the ocean felt warm. Kit chewed on her lip, shifted where she stood and took more slow, blind steps toward Edri, till eventually the ocean rose up to her belly button. There, perhaps a stride from Edri, she drew the line, grabbing at her elbows and glancing furtively into the surf, bodily pushed and pulled by the waves as they rushed toward and away from shore by turn.
Behind her, Kit heard Zindr collapse, hiss a word in Fratava with an furious intonation that was hard to miss. Kit peered over her shoulder, and back at Edri.
Kit frowned as Edri suggested stripping down. This was not the baths at home, and Kit was reluctant to bare herself in front of strangers, in the most literal sense of the word. She crossed her arms, guessed at how long it would take for her to walk back to the city, back home. Then threw waterlogged clothes on top of it and made a face.
She disrobed as quickly as she was able, leaving her clothes in a little pile in the sand. Kit clutched at her sides, shivered slightly at the odd feeling of the breeze against her whole body.
Laviku's embrace was a welcome one to Edri, but to Kit it was strange and foreign. She took slow, halting steps toward the surf, her feet in the water now as the sand pulled her feet a little deeper than expected, and sent Kit half staggering, half falling forward, the water swallowing up her lower half.
She had expected the chill of cool water, but instead the ocean felt warm. Kit chewed on her lip, shifted where she stood and took more slow, blind steps toward Edri, till eventually the ocean rose up to her belly button. There, perhaps a stride from Edri, she drew the line, grabbing at her elbows and glancing furtively into the surf, bodily pushed and pulled by the waves as they rushed toward and away from shore by turn.
