Rep loved swimming, and even after he'd been hanging out with Vin he kept thinking about the water in the conservatory area the whole time, the desire for a swim having been awoken in him just by being in it even for a little while. Once he'd done his rounds of the whole of the tower he went back, leaving his tiger pelt on the shoreline of the water. Water was his favourite and swimming was as close to flying as anything got without being actually flying itself.

It was meditative as he waded out, patiently making his way into the water until it reached up to his chest, closing his eyes as he went, one step, two step and then he let his feet float from the bottom. His wings spread as if he was taking off. The thing that was strange about water was how much it weighed him down, his wings suddenly a very heavy weight in the water. He flapped them but it didn't work the same way at all and it took a moment or two to learn how to once again use them like flippers, pushing off the bottom proper and swimming strongly forward.

The war horseman was always warm, always too hot, even when he'd lived in the jungle his whole life and it was nice to cool off, the water siphoning some of that surface heat from him and in doing so it seemed to take some of his pent up frustration and anger with it. He was always angry, always angry and always a bit lonely.

Perhaps swimming on his own wasn't the answer.