Warden catches her gaze and oh-- it's startling. Something that makes his pulse pick up just a little bit. It draws him in, a siren song. Really, he can't tell if it's attraction or danger drawing him in, but both things seem to have the same effect on boys about his age. She was cute, bro. Her voice was so sweet and pretty, and it drew Warden towards her. His steps were long over the soft ground of the mangrove, finally coming to the side of the pond to speak with the girl.
But before he can put the words together, she sprung upon him. Warden yelped, unable to get out of her way. Toppling over, they both go crashing into the pond. The boy thrashed and flailed wildly, his heart pounding in his chest. Shit! Shit, shit, shit-- had she done that on purpose? Warden fought to get his bearings in the water, fought to come up. When he finally found the surface again he was coughing and sputtering, his hackles going up. Stomping in the shallows, he splashed at the girl. "That was mean!" Tone accusatory, ears flickering backwards.
