Wheeling Gull Isle beware the man who has everything

Lainie was already in the water when Rokig arrived, though she noticed his presence as much as he noticed hers; she was some distance off, not quite in his line of sight, with her back turned to the shore. She had taken to spending each morning swimming, and quickly discovered she was... rather good at it, actually. It was a delightful feeling.
She did feel some shift in the atmosphere, though. That odd prickling feeling like there's a presence— because there was, though she remained oblivious. Ironically, she recalled Rokig admitting to watching her, and assumed perhaps it was similar. The island was small— surely it was only another watchful inhabitant.
In any case, she was having far too much fun to be disturbed. The grey-furred girl was fairly agile on land, but in the water she felt virtually weightless— invincible, even. She dared to venture further out, unaware that she was going too far, now. Even for a strong swimmer, which she was— even for an experienced swimmer, which she was not.
The strength of the waves became too much all at once, but she only managed a single, brief cry before she went under. She squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath and kicking fiercely as the water battered her. Lainie couldn't know, but the strong, insistent motion of the sea around her had started to drift her back towards the shore. It would not be long before it pulled her back again, though. Her only saving grace, for the moment, was a clear head and the knowledge that flailing aimlessly would not help this situation at all.