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 Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 12:19 pm
A pool is a strange place for a person who doesn't want to swim to be at. Emery was seated on the edge of one on a warm day, dangling her feet in the water. She wore a little green bathing suit but seemed disinterested in getting into the water, content to sit instead an hug the large black satchel that held her tome.
They'd come to the pool that day for her brothers, who both loved swimming. She could see them down at the deep end, but they were big boys and could swim there while she couldn't and didn't want to. Kicking her feet a bit, the toddler looked around, watching people.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 1:51 pm
Tilde, in all her bluegreen tankini clad glory, darted through the pool with glee. Her mother, the ever present lifeguard, paced the waters edge, folliwng the teal and black blob as it unappologeticaly wove in and out of the legs of strangers. She still hadn't quite forgiven the girl for loosing her head the last time they bothered coming to a place like this, but... The girl was a firecracker. When she wanted to swim, no bathtub would suffice. The only break from this maddening point-to-point dashing was the few breaches the girl made for air. True, she could have just stayed underwater, but for some odd reason, the chloreine messed with her lungs just enough to make the usual tingeling uncomfortable. On one such breah, Tilde shook her head wildly from side to side, thuroughly soaking anyone nereby; which of corse included the young girl in green.
Roni, of corse, tried her best to shield herself with a towel, to little avail. "TILDE!" she scolded, "That was very rude! Appologise!"
"But you said you were gonna come in anyway!" the half-horse argued, the black ears lowering in aggitation.
"Not to me. Her!" the adult scolded with a nod at the girl on the ledge, kneeling down and offering the damp towel to the child. "You alright, kiddo?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 10:42 am
Emery blinked at the two, barely having registered being splashed. "Hum? Oh, I am all right." She said, putting the satchel down a bit behind her. "My bag is waterproof."
She turned and waved a bit to Tilde, noticing the other was about her age. "You're very splashy."
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