There were few times the young woman ever felt so vibrantly alive as when she was swimming. The water was a balm on her soul. If only she could share that feeling with Rena. Fear of the water wasn’t alien to Molly. Sailors drown. It was a fact of life just as much as the sun setting in the west. But to let that fear take away the brightest joy she had…well, she supposed Rena found joy in other things. Dancing possibly. The two were akin.
Molly floated up to the surface and lazed there, eyes closed. Her clothing stuck to her, but it was nothing overtly indecent. She’d been careful in her choice, aware of Rena’s sensibilities. “And Rena? Just so you know, as long as you stay by the edge here, you’ll be able to stand up. It’s not very deep.” She cracked open an eye and gave the woman a friendly – albeit somewhat teasing – look. “You are tall enough.” Molly didn’t want to antagonize her, just bring her out of her fearful mentality.