storm/quen/morgayne | late morning
Quen's mind was on a similar track. "I don't know how to swim," she said as she placed her fingertips against the back of Storm's neck. "I'm afraid of the ocean. I'm afraid of being pulled too far out and drowning." Softly, she whispered the incantation for Blizzard and cast a very weak spell against his skin. "When I was little my brother took me out into the sea and he held on to me. We didn't go out past where he could touch, but on my own I won't even go in past my knees."
Slowly, she dropped her hands to her side. If her fingers brushed against his neck on the way down, it was most likely unintentional.