storm/quen/morgayne | late morning
He would need to dress down were he to swim. But if Storm disagreed on Quenten's opinion on the korporal's mentoring style, he didn't say anything. The conversation quickly moved onto ice magic. "I would appreciate that, Quenten, thank you," he said, turning to let her cast. His subsequent view of the ocean was stunning.
As he waited for the magic to kick in, Storm watched the people coming in and out of the water. Remembering the difficulty of the evacuation when the sea serpent attacked, he'd worn trunks under his trousers. He'd never been a particularly strong swimmer—his knowledge was cursory, enough to do laps, to stay afloat. It had been quite the while since the last time he'd swum, and so he was eager to revisit the experience.