(Or intruding on #beach time! Lucretia lets her hands trail in the surf, then pushes out further, up to her hips.)
No, it's perfect. (Sun-warmed at the top, deliciously cool where her toes scrunch into the sandbank. She sighs happily, then pushes off the ground to swim properly, keeping her head (and hat!) above the water.)
(Beverly comes to stand at the edge of the lake and lets the water lap at her toes. Seeing Lucretia so contented brings her no end of joy and for a moment, all she does is watch Lucretia swim out where the water gets deeper. She looks absolutely beautiful in the sunlight.)
(This is a very, very different mood from being down in the caves to be sure. For a moment she simply floats up on her back and closes her eyes, arms and legs spread akimbo to let the waves gently rock her about. Her hat is getting wet but that's okay. She feels so relaxed.)
Are you coming in? (She calls eventually, eyes still shut. She can feel Beverly watching her from the shore!)
(Even as she says that, however, she's wading further into the water. When the water gets to hip-level, she stops and slowly drops down into the water until only her head and the tops of her shoulders are uncovered.)
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(Worf comes immediately to mind and she has to smile at the image of him voluntarily going to the beach.)
How's the temperature? I can adjust it if we need to.
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(Or intruding on #beach time! Lucretia lets her hands trail in the surf, then pushes out further, up to her hips.)
No, it's perfect. (Sun-warmed at the top, deliciously cool where her toes scrunch into the sandbank. She sighs happily, then pushes off the ground to swim properly, keeping her head (and hat!) above the water.)
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Are you coming in? (She calls eventually, eyes still shut. She can feel Beverly watching her from the shore!)
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(Even as she says that, however, she's wading further into the water. When the water gets to hip-level, she stops and slowly drops down into the water until only her head and the tops of her shoulders are uncovered.)
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