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If anyone could have convinced him to go into the water, it was his mother. He drew closer, flicking the water off the one paw he had reluctantly dipped into the water, and drew closer to tilt an ear in her direction, scanning the ocean as it did, indeed, sprawl out endlessly before them. He looked up to her when his grandmothers were mentioned. He had not met them, and yet he could understand the emotional weight in those names, and the way his mother's eyes always shone when she spoke them. 

Suzu treaded calmly back and forth in deeper waters. A chirp from his cousin caught his attention, and he looked up to see her fling the starfish into the air, grimacing slightly as it fell back down. Miette was upon it within seconds, and Thibault was a mess of nerves, clinging to Valravn. Tousaint remained relatively neutral for a moment, and neither dashed for the waves, nor clung to his guardians for support. Idly, he lifted his paw to lick the remaining moisture from it, wrinkling his nose as he realized he'd forgotten that it was salty. 

He looked up to his mother again, and sighed. It seemed very important to her that they learn how to swim, and Suzu made it look effortless as she paddled around, bobbing about on the waves like a big, fuzzy gull. He stood, shook his coat out, and moved back toward the water's edge. He waded in, gritting his teeth and pausing as a wave came ashore and rushed the water up to his knees. He did not like its unpredictable nature, and did not like being spashed. He cast a glance to Miette- to make sure he was well clear of her. 

He waded in a bit further, but once the cool waters lapped at his belly wave after wave, he sucked in a breath and arched his back. "Uhhhhhhhhh," He uttered a trembling note of disdain. That water was really cold against his tender underside. He looked hopelessly back to the figures on the shore, turning broadside to the current for just long enough to make eye contact with Val, knowing he might understand why this was so damn uncomfortable before a wave hit him and knocked him below the surface. 

He exhaled myriad of bubbles, watching them scamper toward the surface like little, round diamonds. The waves gently pushed him one way, and then another, and he kicked off the sandy beach below to rise above the surface with a gasp. Wide-eyed and startled, he paddled furiously, gasping and coughing as he spat out small mouthfuls of seawater. The wave had knocked him over with one motion, and pulled him out into deeper waters as it had withdrawn- and while he fought against the water and struggled, he managed to hold his head above the waves, nostrils flared-

- and he swam for the very first time.