a day on the river

He chuckled softly in response to her self-deprecating comment and then said, "Nah, with a little practice you too can be this mediocre at stone skipping." Trying not to crowd her, Tyrian then leaned back a little as the girl stepped forward to retrieve the stone he'd unearthed. Up close her eyes were a pale silvery blue not unlike his own, but whereas his could be best compared to a bright but overcast day, hers reminded him quite strongly of the moon at its zenith. They were really quite lovely and Tyrian found he had to very deliberately shift his gaze to the water lest his attention linger to long and give credence to claims about staring.

Tyrian hemmed and hawed softly for a second as he tried to decide how best to answer her question about technique. "Again," he said with a flash of a bright, teasing smile, "Remember your teacher is an amateur so take anything I say with a grain of salt. But there is a bit of a trick to it. You'll want to keep your head level as you go through the swing - and it's definitely a swing and not a throw; you want the rock to lightly bounce off the water, not slam into it."

"Here," It would probably be better to show than to tell. His gaze darted around in search of another smooth stone. "Like..." Finding one, he snatched it up and continued speaking, "Thith..." Slowly he swung his head around as though readying for a throw, but he didn't let go. At that speed the rock would simply fall out of his mouth and crack one of his toes. Tyrian then glanced at the girl to see if she'd followed. Then he threw it for real and watched quietly as stone skipped once, twice, three times across the water before sinking.