Swiftcurrent Creek to be the wing that fans the flame

Adeline smirks when he responds jovially. His aloofness is warm and it pulls her closer, taking a few more steps to close the distance between them. In the process, she is sprinkled with water from his last shake out and she wrinkles her nose and dances back out of the splash zone. “No, no, I can’t swim,” she answers when it’s safe to settle her attention without getting wet again. “I mean, like… it’s physically impossible. I can’t get wet. I just end up walking on the surface,” she tells him rather nonchalant, aside from the playful quirk of her brown and flick of her ears.