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Alighting with difficulty on the uppermost row of chainlink fencing, Galatea clung with fingers and toes to the metal as she surveyed the back yard of Ice Queen's house. She bit down on her lower lip in thought. Perhaps she should have sent word beforehand. But it was a spur of the moment visit. She had been literally in the neighborhood when she hung the abrupt left to take her to the home of Soho, Silva, and Mr. Aleric. Firstly, she needed to know when the next training session was. Secondly, she wanted to ask Silva if he might have any ideas about smoothing the Captain's ruffled feathers; he had never properly met the woman but Galatea could not help but think of them in the same practical, brave, strong manner.

Then there was the strange feeling she got in her stomach when she was with Hadrian lately. She had a feeling that that was something she had better ask Soho about. The other juvenile was so much more open and emotional and knew just about -everything- about expressing oneself.

Clambering up higher to balance precariously on a bit of metal, the little blood feien spotted a strange contraption set up in the back. Water shimmered within. Curious, she pushed herself from the fence and fluttered closer warily.

"Me?" Galatea somehow managed to stand straighter in the air and smiled faintly. "No, sir. I just didn't want to interrupt." That said, she obediently fluttered closer and landed lightly nearby. Then she gave her customary little bows. "Mr. Aleric, Silva. How are you today?"

"I don't know. I've never really tried." Galatea approached the edge of the water and dipped a toe in experimentally. "Not properly, I suppose. The Captain has filled the sink for me and I have floated within." Looking up, she gave Silva a polite little smile. "I hope Soho is having fun somewhere. I miss her," she replied. "I came to see you as well, though."

"I was wondering when our next training session would be." Galatea knew it was more than slightly rude not to look at Silva when talking to him but she could not help but study the sand as she delicately padded out onto it. Reaching the edge of the water, she squatted easily and dipped her fingers in it. It was cool to the touch, contrasting sharply with the warm sun on her shoulders. "And I wanted to talk to someone about some other things, "she ventured shyly.

"Swim, please." The very fact that she leapt at the alternative offer instead of asking her next questions probably gave more of a clue than anything else. She stood up and linked her hands behind her back, lifted her chin, and smiled again. "If you don't mind."

"Yes, sir." Immediately, Galatea unlocked her hands and stepped out into the water. A handful of steps quickly had her in to her knees and she gave a tiny shiver before suddenly squatting again to wet the rest of her body. The end of her ponytail wicked up some water and flopped heavy between her shoulderblades when she stood once more. "There," she murmured. "Better." Refocusing on Silva, she tilted her head. "I read somewhere that the ocean and blood are similiar. I'm sure it was a metaphor of some sort but it was interesting. And, no, I will not try to breathe underwater."

Galatea obeyed without any hesitation, padding quickly out to where Silva stood. As she felt her body lighten, her pink eyes went round and she gasped a bit. Then she again gave her little lop-sided smile and continued on until she stood on her tip-toes, her body moving slightly back and forth at the mercy of the waves. "Like this?"

She looked slightly dubious for a moment and appeared to want to say something but, in the end, Galatea's hero worship of the older feien won out and she obeyed, kicking her feet in gentle, rhythmic movments. Or maybe not quite. "I have floated before," she said quietly. "Swimming is built around that?"