[ Shadowheart is wary of the water, and hovers naked near its edge as she carefully undoes her own braid, setting her hair ornaments atop her pile of clothing in the grass. It's difficult to gauge the lake's depth from shore, and she doesn't wish to sink or be ridiculed for not being able to swim.
Thankfully, there's a distraction in the reeds. She hears the croaking of the frogs, but hasn't yet spotted any, and she watches with quiet interest as Alia cups a handful of mud. ]
Oh! [ With soft surprise, as the mud blinks and the frog's shape becomes clear through its camouflage. ] How sweet. Are there many of them?
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Thankfully, there's a distraction in the reeds. She hears the croaking of the frogs, but hasn't yet spotted any, and she watches with quiet interest as Alia cups a handful of mud. ]
Oh! [ With soft surprise, as the mud blinks and the frog's shape becomes clear through its camouflage. ] How sweet. Are there many of them?