Blythe crossed the shore to her makeshift drying rack, and retrieved their things. When she had, she folded them over her left arm, and peered over her shoulder. "Aren't you coming Keyta?" she asked. "The water is not about to get any warmer."
The Konti fell silent as a subtle breeze swept through. Tousling her hair, and causing the transparent beads that still clung to trickle down. Dotting the parched soil.
Unless that was not her reason to tremble. Perhaps, her mind has been lent to fear.
Could she have felt something stir in the water's depths? Blythe wondered. Without there being more cast across the surface than our ripples? The thoughts halted, if only temporarily. Could something have come for her, but left me? She sighed. No, no, there would have been something of note. A tickled sense...
Blythe's head turned back around, slowly. Strands of gold falling across her features; plump, paling lips.
How could she be more than lightly chilled?
"Come Keyta," Blythe called as she took a few steps further away from the water's edge. "You remember the walk, don't you Keyta? The way? Our path isn't the shortest, we'd best be going, lest we lose the light cast by celestial bodies."