"Those dolls are just plain creepy." Winny complained as she eyed the river, mapping out the currents she could see and the ones she was sure lingered under the surface, ready to sweep a human like her away, ready to confuse a horse like her. "I want to start growing spices to help me with my cooking but there's one right there..." She sighed, trailing off as she handed him the cup, taking another tentative step toward the rushing water.
She was almost at the point where it would flow over her toes. That would be nice, but there was a part of her, the horse part, that saw even that little edge of the start of the river as something insurmountable. Thankfully, Ivarr said she didn't have to swim and that settled something within her. It was her choice, deciding to wade into that water. She had the power here. "Screw classy." She said to him with a bit of a smirk as she pulled her t-shirt over her head to reveal a black, frayed-to-all-hell sports bra. She tossed the t-shirt over her head toward her backpack and, after hesitating for a moment, stripped off her shorts as well, tossing them in the same direction.
That left her in black underwear, frayed at the elastics, probably stained by the fact that she forgot about her human cycles. But, then again, they were black, and it didn't matter. She stepped into the river carefully, feeling the currents flow by her calves. "This is as far as I'm going." She told Ivarr, taking a deep gulp of her whiskey and glancing back to watch him drink his own. His reaction was what she had been looking for, really, some kind of comfort for him in this hot, foreign place, and she smiled widely. "It's very good. I might have to start getting weekly shipments of it." She took another step despite her previous words, the water reaching her knees and she shivered slightly. "There's apples and a bag of chocolate chips in my bag if you're hungry." She told him, sipping at her drink again. "And you can take off that ridiculous robe. Don't worry, I'm not going to mace you."