Imogen put her arms up obediently. “I am not going to drown. I was just swimming and I was fine.” More like splashing, but it was the same thing really. “I need to dry my clothes,” she mumbled through the material as it went over her head. She needed them for after her bath. She braced herself against his chest again with both hands while he undressed her. She shivered and pressed into him, snaking both arms around his waist for a hug. “I need more wine, it makes me so warm.” She nuzzled his collarbone and sighed happily. He was like a furnace.
Her mind jumped subjects abruptly, filter completely washed away by alcohol. She had a lot weighing on her mind and she had some frantic fix-it solutions and she wanted to share. Just in case. He liked being prepared, right?
“Did you know that I’ve stood for three hatchings? I think it’s three. And I killed a fire-lizard egg. Maybe. Anyway, if I don’t Impress next hatching then that’s it, and you will be Weyrleader-oh, people are taking bets on who will fly Valiath, isn’t that strange?-and I won’t have to be in training. So we won’t have to not see each other and drift apart. It’s a good plan, right? Because the Weyr needs weavers. People need their clothing mended and stuff.” She reared back suddenly and grimaced at the sudden motion. “Or I can Impress and it will be so great and in a couple of turns maybe Shielth will fly after a green again. But that’s so far off.” She frowned and tugged at her bra band. The moisture was starting to rub her uncomfortably.
She got the band unraveled and let it fall to the floor and started for the pool again. “Kenzie says you don’t look at other girls, did you know that? I think that’s strange, but it’s nice. And you dressed up, which is sweet even if you did try and wear a jacket all day, which is silly. I know shirts make you uncomfortable.” She laughed and got one foot in the water before sitting down hard on her butt, gasping at the impact. She was hauled upright again and she frowned down. Why was she still in her skirt? Wasn’t that gone yet? “We need to work on this undressing thing,” she declared. “I’m not always half naked.” She struggled to turn around, feet close to the lip of the first step down. “I could go around half naked all the time and then my clothes would never be wet. And people would help me wash my dragon.”