Septima
The tide pulled lightly at Septima's paws, beckoning her deeper into their glorious depths. She loved the ocean. Back in the mountains, where she normally resided, it was far too cold to ever go swimming, and, as much as she loved the snow drifts that towered above her head, she felt as if she was missing out.
And, so, Kat had sent her off on a little journey with Comias. Sure, they were here to increase their battle stats, but that didn't mean they couldn't have fun, as well. The festive pet glanced up to her counterpart, whose tail was lazily flicking from side to side like a flexible metronome.
The Slynx waded in deeper, letting the water wash onto her underbelly. She didn't mind the feeling of soggy fur; in fact, she found it rather comforting, the way it weighted down her pelt, staining her golden chest dark ochre. Septi grinned, and found herself moving quicker and quicker towards the dip right before the sandbar. Up to her neck the sea went, splashing onto her cheeks and ears as she giggled. Finally, with her paws barely touching the soft, black bottom, the female let her entire head drop into the brine.
She didn't dare open her eyes-- no, the salty water would make her scream-- but, all the same, she could feel tiny minnows nibbling on her whiskers and muzzle. She laughed silently underwater, a few bubbles floating to the surface and scaring her newfound face-washers away. The Noel pet rose, after having run out of breath, and shook her head.
Septima was quite a comical sight to behold. Sopping wet, and with a few strings of seaweed draped over her frame, not to mention one hanging over her right ear and one loosely swinging over her maw, she smiled and started paddling back to shore. She
had to get Comias to try this! He'd love it!
[Septima: 1/5]