[ Shadowheart's body aches after the hunt, sweat-slick and filthy. Though she's reluctant to venture too deep, the lake calls to her, as it seems to call everyone else; she takes careful steps along sand and silt, wading up to her navel. Others swim and float, dive out further, but Shadowheart won't let her feet leave the bottom.
She isn't shy about her nakedness, nor is she shy about looking at others. The boy who comes to tend to her is handsome, so she allows his touch, lets him loosen her braid and wet her hair. The water is cool, sweet on warm skin, and for just a moment, she feels--lighter. Like she could float without floating, a strange thought to have.
Until the boy takes her hand, brushes over the dark wound on the back of it. It twinges, and Shadowheart yanks her hand away, holding it close to her chest. ]
No, I don't.
[ Any goodwill he's earned seems to vanish in an instant, her expression closed and displeased as she looks up at him through wet bangs. ]
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She isn't shy about her nakedness, nor is she shy about looking at others. The boy who comes to tend to her is handsome, so she allows his touch, lets him loosen her braid and wet her hair. The water is cool, sweet on warm skin, and for just a moment, she feels--lighter. Like she could float without floating, a strange thought to have.
Until the boy takes her hand, brushes over the dark wound on the back of it. It twinges, and Shadowheart yanks her hand away, holding it close to her chest. ]
No, I don't.
[ Any goodwill he's earned seems to vanish in an instant, her expression closed and displeased as she looks up at him through wet bangs. ]
It's none of your concern.