84th of Summer, 513AV.
Blue eyes scanned the blue sea, and the harlot gave it a suspicious look before gently dipping his toe in. He hadn't really gone out since Edreina had taken him, this being the first time he had actually revisited the harbor. He had found a small little area off to the side that was reserved for the personal crafts, which didn't come in all that often. He had thought Edreina docked her ship somewhere around here, but didn't actually see it. He wasn't looking for another excursion out into the middle of the ocean, though. He was just testing his luck in a safe part. He nudged his toe in once or twice more, the timid whore getting a few amused glances from a couple of the busy sailors. One or two Knights would walk by and give him a suspicious stare, but after a minute or two of watching him dip his toe in and shiver fearfully, they would just shake their heads and walk off. He wasn't much of a threat. He was nicely dressed, with a loose unbuttoned shirt and rolled up pants, and even had something of a professional look about him. Apparently he was just terrified of water and trying his very best to get over it. He wasn't really getting anywhere, though. He would spend about an hour poking at the water before frowning, knowing that he was going to have to do something about it.
Fear is emotion, remember? Logically, what could hurt you? Squid. Squid could hurt me. Edreina didn't tell me about the squid. Maybe Razkar was just trying to scare me, though? No, he knows all he has to do is bare his teeth and chuckle. There are probably squid.
He chewed his lower lip harder, realizing that his internal struggle certainly wasn't going to help. He would just need to leave it up to pure stupidity. With a deep breath, the harlot just flung himself in. Reminding himself at the last minute that he was supposed to be practicing some acrobatics, he tried his very best to turn his movement into a flip. The athletic man managed to get some good height on his lip, but the windmilling of his arms and legs did little to actually turn his body all the way around in a flip. He worked his muscles as best as he could, but only managed something of a half-twist-flip before he faceplanted in the water. Thankfully it was deep enough to cushion his fall without him touching the bottom. Flailing around a little bit, he quickly threw himself into a doggy paddle back towards the dock. Clinging onto it, he shook his head, black hair flinging water everywhere. Tilting his head, a bit dripped out of his ear. He was pretty sure he had swallowed some as well. This was a great start to his swimming practice.
