Volatility... It wasn't just for pyrokines. Tory had been swimming with her whales, minding her own damned business, and (almost literally) out of the blue come Will and Brian. On a normal basis, she would've swam over and punked them, or tried to get a fourth body for a game of chicken. But today... since they'd starting flirting, and they were already pawing around at each other like newlyweds, she didn't feel up to it. In fact, the whole pool tasted like man-love now, and it irked her. She'd given them a chin-up nod in greeting, and a smirk to show she wasn't in a foul mood. RUSE.
She was with a great guy now... Piotr. He'd said she was his muse... which she believed, 'cause how could she not be? She smirked legitimately to herself, finally, then looked back over her shoulder at the two well-built gentleman lovers. She sighed, letting her mind wander to her work, and how much there actually was with the seasons turning...
Torrent would yield. She melted into the water and reappeared somewhere near the ladder, only to make a dramatic, hair-whipping exit to turn heads. There were only two heads to turn, but appearances mattered. She dried off instantly, then gave a great big stretch. Y'know what? Screw work. She was going to go amuse herself in Piotr's lap. Her gentle giant needed her more than the grass did, anyway.