pure sweet violent hearts

"Gaelic, my father's language," he explained, and then turned his head away to let out a small yawn. When he turned back, Bhreac was already moving towards the lake; her invitation was appealing, but Riordan didn't move. Instead, he eyed the dark water with a casual sort of caution.

"Ah, sounds lovely, but," there was this thing... He didn't really want to say out loud... About water. But if it livened up the party, he may as well. Rio got up and stepped closer to the edge, but didn't quite go in. He craned his head over the shallows and then looked to Bhreac, his expression thoughtful, before actually announcing, "I.. cannae swim."