Sun Mote Copse Another summer wasted

Niamh, comfortable enough in her own environment to drop her guard down, didn’t really hear or see Maia approach as she lounged on the ice shelf, peering down into the cool water and waiting for the nausea to pass. She startled lightly- lifting her head but then settling it back down weary as the sudden movement gave her the spins. It was Maia, someone she didn’t really know, but had intended to get to know better. 

She guessed the right name and Niamh nodded, still looking down toward the water, breathing in the cool air. ”Yup. Just feeling nauseated,” She explained. ”If you promise not to crack us both through the ice I could use some company,” She said.