Firestone Hot Springs I wanna see the world when I stop breathing

The scent of another passed easily through the humidity in the air, and Lie was already turning her head toward him when he spoke. Of all the things he could have said, and all the greeting she had ever heard Rosalie was slightly taken back by his easy-going nature. She raised a delicate brow as she contemplated a response.

His own smile brought out her own, and she couldn’t help the amused snort. “I’m afraid I’m a lousy swimmer, and I’m not much interested in smelling like duck farts as you so delicately put it.” Her seafoam gaze dropped to the vole for a moment before returning to his dual coloured gaze. “I take it you aren’t here for a swim?”