Valmae rolled over underwater to skim along the bottom of the before setting her feet against one of the innumerable water-worn bolders covering the bottom of the pond to surge up to the surface. She bobbed along like a red-headed cork and just reveled in cool water washing away the sweat and tension of practice with no effort on her part.
She glanced over at Ol' Crookhorn and asked him, "you didn't frighten him off did you?" She doubted it but you never could tell with city folks.