The idea of truly being cold was unfamiliar to her. She knew this season was a cold one, she knew that snow was cold, she knew water was usually cold, too -- but it all seemed very transient to her. The child gazed into the shallow water with curiosity that burned bright. She did not crave knowledge like her brother, but she wanted to feel everything. She didn't know why it was difficult for her to break out of her shell, but she felt a strong tension between her need to live fully and her desire to be safe and alone. A slight frown etched its way onto her small features, her gaze straying back to Dutiron as he spoke.
Though she was quiet girl, she was unfamiliar with not getting her way. There was little she needed, and even less that she asked for -- and the feeling of Dutiron openly denying her idea made her feel uncomfortable. Her frown deepened, brows furrowing in frustration. "Why won't you go in?" she pressed further. Cold water wasn't really so bad, was it? "Come on, let's do it." She had a growing irritation in her belly that he was unwilling to try something new, and she found herself nudging him toward the pool.
