Now that he has somewhere to sit and very wet legs, he brings his feet up. Not so he can hide, but so that he can make adjustments. He'll wring out and roll up his pant legs while Irahl describes the lake for him.
"A big mirror, huh...?"
And then he's quiet for a moment, really trying to picture it. He listens carefully and tries to picture the reeds, the fish. The sky. His posture softens at the edges as he's finally still and quiet enough to take in any of what's around him. The weird heat of the day is starting to subside, but the rock underneath him is still warm to the touch.
"...It does smell nice," he finally admits, moving to dip his feet carefully back in the lake.
Robin stops a ways away from the shore, not wanting to interrupt, and quietly finds a spot to sit and watch these two interact. He can't hear them, but seeing them is enrapturing and baffling enough.
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"A big mirror, huh...?"
And then he's quiet for a moment, really trying to picture it. He listens carefully and tries to picture the reeds, the fish. The sky. His posture softens at the edges as he's finally still and quiet enough to take in any of what's around him. The weird heat of the day is starting to subside, but the rock underneath him is still warm to the touch.
"...It does smell nice," he finally admits, moving to dip his feet carefully back in the lake.
Robin stops a ways away from the shore, not wanting to interrupt, and quietly finds a spot to sit and watch these two interact. He can't hear them, but seeing them is enrapturing and baffling enough.