Little Quiet One

When Saracyn had mentioned showing her how, her eyes flashed up in the best puppy way they could, really just full of some sort of high joy that he'd show her how to swim. She couldn't hide it. It wasn't because it was him, but maybe a little bit. She had just chose not to take things so personally or think that Sara or Ava didn't want to spend time with her for whatever reasons. Maybe it was just as she thought that they had other responsibilities to attend to, or maybe they didn't really like her. She liked to think otherwise, but the way Avacyn could be around her was more clear to her than Saracyn. Her view was starting to change on him right now though.

She was quick to step in, or more accurately fall in. She didn't tumble or roll though, just fell forward on her chest but kept her head held up over the shallow water until she found her footing again. Maybe it showed that bit of fearlessness she had, or confidence. The rush of chilly water took her by surprise as it felt drastically different than it had on just her paw pads. With a wince she settled at a stand looking up at Saracyn as if nothing happened. Naturally she felt embarrassed but it was easy for her to throw that over her shoulder and move on. Hopefully he would too.

Maybe it was a little scary how forward she was, because she didn't hesitate even a second as Saracyn leaned down and told her to ride on his back. She didn't jump on him, but she wasn't acting wary of him. She did want to impress her older siblings in some way, and to her this may have been a sense of earning it. She'd never expect Sara to dump her out in the deep end but she also wasn't scared of the water. Finding her place up on his back she was quick and eager to see what he would show her.

"Fiametta"