Hearing that her father enjoyed the beach as well, delighted her. "It will be special for me too!" Talyssa vowed, wanting to express interest in something that they could share. As Artorias approached the lingering ocean spray, Talyssa followed- going far enough out that the water had no problem reaching her knees on each pass. She flexed her nails into the wet sand, but the dislodged grains were quickly swept away as if they had never been. When she picked up her paw, the impression was immediately erased before her eyes. How fascinating.
Though the cleansing ability of the ocean was momentarily forgotten as her father began to recall the fond memories of times he had spent as a pup himself. "Aww!" Talyssa loved hearing stories about the members of her family. It was very easy to picture the young brothers tumbling in the sand- as if she were looking at a painting hanging in the castle. It also led her to envision Ciaran and Thorn doing the same, and it brought a smirk to the corner of her lips. But riding the same train of thought, it left her wondering about herself. She would certainly come to the beach to spar with her brothers- even if she wasn't very good at it. She couldn't help but wonder where that left her father's sisters. She certainly couldn't imagine that Aunt Bo would be left to be outdone. "Did Aunt Bowen ever come too?" She inquired, hopeful that he would confirm that she did. While she loved all of her relatives, and cherished them for an array of different reasons, Aunt Bowen was certainly one of her favorites. Talyssa couldn't help but wanting to be like her when she was grown.
While she didn't catch her father's motion, the idea of swimming illuminated her expression with excitement. Talyssa nodded vigorously as her attention lingered at each toss of the tide. The girl was a little uncertain of if she could withstand the waves or not, but she trusted her father- that if he said it was safe, that she wouldn't debate or hesitate any further. Plus, the idea of learning a new skill was all the motivation she really needed. "Yes! How do you swim, Daddy?" She asked enthusiastically, lending her pale blue gaze to her father once more as she awaited their next lesson.
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Fleet-footed
