Morningside Cuesta fireborn

Eshne had been happy to press on and keep moving but his voice cut across her. She shot a warning glance back at him, undeterred by his larger frame. "You couldn't handle me on your best day, hotshot." Eshne said before she continued on along the river edge until she found a spot she could safely navigate across. He'd never know it, but, he wasn't entirely off the mark. She was proving herself in a sense, as her people feared the open waters irrationally and yet she pushed on ahead. The water wouldn't hurt her, she wouldn't get swept away. Sure. She wasn't the strongest swimmer but she'd learn fastest under pressure. The water itself only came up to her elbows, not enough to make her steps unsteady and as she emerged on the other side and began to meticulously groom her coat of all the water she just looked back at him, half expectation and half exasperated.