True enough, he really did want to just stick his head in the river. There’s no fishy business, and he finally picks himself back up—drenching himself in the process, white clothes patting wet as he smooths back his hair and blinks once, twice, rivulets of water soaking southward.
Blue-lipped, he exhales in relief. It isn’t an ice lake on the top of a snowy mountain, but he’ll take it.
Standing once more, he cants his head in thanks. That … maybe seemed weird, actually… so he hesitates for a second and then explains, ]
Cold water quiets the spirit and calms the body. It’s quite refreshing.
[ He definitely looks cold, but also looks … happy about it… ]
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True enough, he really did want to just stick his head in the river. There’s no fishy business, and he finally picks himself back up—drenching himself in the process, white clothes patting wet as he smooths back his hair and blinks once, twice, rivulets of water soaking southward.
Blue-lipped, he exhales in relief. It isn’t an ice lake on the top of a snowy mountain, but he’ll take it.
Standing once more, he cants his head in thanks. That … maybe seemed weird, actually… so he hesitates for a second and then explains, ]
Cold water quiets the spirit and calms the body. It’s quite refreshing.
[ He definitely looks cold, but also looks … happy about it… ]