For a long moment, her mind would stray. Though her life was as perfect as she could imagine, give or take a few things, she felt a strange restlessness beginning to form deep in her chest. Like there was something more she wanted, but what else could there be? Perhaps she craved being the center of attention, like her mother was so often, and yet she found herself most comfortable in solitude. A sigh left her lips and she returned her gaze to Dutiron.
At the possibility of him exploring more tomorrow, Saga felt her ears perk involuntarily, interest beginning to peek through her solemn gaze. But she would not invite herself, or even hint that she might like to join him. Dutiron warned her she ought to not swim in the frigid pools, but she found her interest sparked regardless. "Why? What would happen?" Maybe she would be cold, maybe she wouldn't be able to swim at all... but she figured she might learn pretty quickly. Otherwise, she was sure she could cling to the edge until help came; but that was the last thing she wanted. To be rescued from the falls because she could not even swim. Even Requiem had been able to swim, given Dutiron's story.
Slowly she dipped a paw into the water, wincing slightly at the cold. Maybe he was right... but she couldn't help but feel inclined to ignore his warning and paddle into the shallows regardless. She shifted where she sat, pulling her paw from the water and staring into the falls once again. "I think we would be fine..." Maybe it was a bit of rebellion seeping into her bones, or maybe she simply craved to do something unique with her brother; she was not sure, but she shifted her weight from paw to paw, suddenly restless.
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