mordredeschain | A-Hunting

The sound of crunching bones is actually quite nice, if you don't know the cause of it. Luckily she can't heat what Mordred is saying to the man in order to get him to cooperate. If she did she might get a little worried about how cruel the spider can be. But then again, she's happily munching on her cereal bar, in a hammock spun from spider web, looking out over the water and listening to him eat a live hunter. So she can't be that bothered about it.

"It's such a beautiful day," she calls up to Mordred. "The sunrise is quite something over the water. It makes waking up here all the better. And the hammock was really comfortable for sleeping in. Tightly woven silk is actual.ly quite warm"

*Mordred is cruel as a child is cruel: thoughtlessly and selfishly. The struggling amuses him, therefore he encourages it.*

(I be glad that ya like it, friend o' mine, an' I agree that the sunrise be nice.) *Crunch. Slurp. Mordred's very much enjoying his breakfast.*

His playing reminds her of a cat with a mouse. Or the way that she toys with people who piss her off. She doesnt eat them of course, but the amusement factor is just the same.

"I'm just going to go for a quick dip. Give me a shout when you're finished."

(Of course.) *He'll just be finishing up his breakfast for a bit, then, before joining her for a swim.*

Getting out of the hammock is not as easy as she thought it would be. She falls to the floor and is glad that the landing is soft Earth and leaves. She brushes a few leaves from her clothing and then walks out to the edge of the water, takes a deep peaceful breath and keeps walking. At first she appears to float above the surface of the water like it is iced over, as she steps towards a place where it is deeper. Once there she allows the water to swallow her whole. Sinking slowly vertically beneath the surface until submerged.

*Once Mordred finishes his meal he checks up on his lunch, then changes back and goes for a swim himself.* It really is nice here, is it not?

She swims towards him as soon as she sees him entering the water. "Beautiful and clear. Really well maintained unpolluted river."

Not the sort o' thing I'm used ta, but it feels nice for certain-sure. *He dunks his head in for a moment.* I'm keepin' a mind's eye on the last hunter, don't worry.

"I'm sure that he won't be able to escape. Your silk is superbly strong, and strangely sticky when it needs to be."

That be spider silk for ya, aye. Still, it's better ta be overly careful than ta be not enough so.

"This is true." She swirls around in the water turning a full 360 just for the pleasure of feeling the water move against her skin.

"Would you like to continue with our swimming lessons. Or are you more int he mood for a bit of gentle floating around after your big brekky?"

Floatin' sounds awful nice, I do admit.

"Then floating it is. just lay back and relax." She smiles. The water around them starts to move as if a current has suddenly formed. Whether he is laying back or not, he will find his legs being pushed up so that he's sitting in the water, head up, just like she is. And off they go. Floating down the river.

*He giggles like the small boy he really is, under the facade of a young man. It appears that swimming is fun! Who knew?

*Aside from, well, everyone who has ever had a chance to swim. But since he wasn't one of them until recently it's still a novel sensation, so he kicks and splashes and grins like an idiot to boot.*

She's giggling too. It gives her great pleasure to see him enjoying the water. She draws a spiral, with both her hands in the air. Gently the eddies of the water begin to turn the two of them around and around, as if they are on the waltzers at the fair.

*He ducks down for a bit, curious about what's in the water.* I saw a fish!

The water is clear enough that if they were to stay still for long enough he would be able to see shoals of them. "There's quite a few in here, it's a good sign of how healthy the river is."

First time I've ever got a chance ta see one, say true. Too much time in the bedamned desert.

Right then a school of tiny silver fishies swim right between them, their silvery bodies catching the light like flecks of sparkle in the water. "Oh look at that, how pretty." she exclaims.

*He swims down, if rather ineptly so, to stare at the pretty silvery fish. It's indeed enjoyable, and he feels a little sad that he needs air.*

When he pops back up to the surface again she wonders if he would like to be able to see more of the underwater world. She can hold he breath for ages, but she also has a little help from the water itself.

"Would you like to go snorkeling? Well it's a type of snorkeling, it lets you stay under water for longer."

That sounds very fun, aye. Teach me, I beg.

"It's not really something I can teach you. It's more something I do. If you trust me."

She has not given him any reason not to trust her and he can see into her mind if he chooses, she's not going to let her new friend drown.

*Mind reading is useful like that: it allows him to nod with no worries at all.*

"Float on your front, face down in the water. And I'll create a bubble of air and direct it around your nose and mouth. Like this."

She creates a bubble by waving her hand over the water - a small wave rises up and folds over, trapping a bubble inside it.

"I just need to do that over your head," she explains.

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