Greatwater Lake Swimming shouldn't be that hard, right?

Sorry for the slow reply :’)

Her reply is simple, a thanks for indulging her curious questions. He’s don’t it a few times before and had others ask his origin of blood many times more. She may consider herself lucky the hellhound is in a decent mood today — despite being out in the sun, which he doesn’t prefer.

Though, not only does she thank him, she offers up a smile — one that’s shy and friendly. He doesn’t understand those who can appease another person so, but it is in her benefit. With downcast eyes and a small, unthreatening frame Alduin is please by her display of submissiveness. 

And yet, he still wants to toy with her.

So he takes languid, unrushed steps forward, powerful body still wading in the water. He wonders how brave she’ll be if he gets closer. So closer he goes and, if allowed, he would come to stand just a few feet in front of her. Massive head level with a strong back, curled tail bobbing on his hip, and intrigue in those bloody depths for eyes. 

“You’re welcome.” He hums in a way that could be considered teasing. “But tell me,” He begins, rasping voice rumbling from his chest. “why do you seem so frightened?” 

It’s not a genuine question. It’s truly just mess with her because there’s no way she isn’t frightened by him. Her stance would be taller, more confident, and their eyes would clash if she weren’t — a mix of chocolate and cherry. But he has an idea as to why she could be afraid — he looks terrifying to say the least and his personality has much to be desired.

But still, he’d like to know. If only to satisfy his own cynical curiosity.