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polar bear swim. [ robin + much ]
Marian would be sore at him for two reasons should she rise before he returned. One, he was standing at the edge of the rickety dock that stretched out across the unusually dark waters of the park's pond. The very pond which had been Marian's portal into this strange place.
Secondly, he'd taken her horse to get there this morning. The animal whuffled, hoof pawing at the ground in almost an impatient manner as it waited, tied to a tree on the shore.
A few rowboats were moored there along the dock, bumping against each other every now and again as a morning wind cut across the otherwise still waters. There'd been a few boats pulled up onto the shore and turned over; under one such as that Robin had stowed his weapons, footwear and hooded shirt. His toes curled over the edge of the last plank and Robin looked down into the water. In the morning light he could make out the waving shadows of plant life, the occasional darting shape of a fish flittering out from under the dock and back into it's safety again. More than anything, the water looked cold. A trace of his large toe across the surface confirmed it. A chilly swim was hardly a hardship to the displaced Lord of Locksley.
Robin clapped his hands together and inhaled deeply, his chest expanding with the rush of air to his lungs. Stalling no longer, his knees flexed and he sprung forward, arms stretched out in front of him, breaking the surface of the water first as the rest of his body followed. The cold water strung his flesh at first and when Robin surfaced post-dive his mouth was open wide in a gasping inhale. Drops of water flew from his dampened hair as he shook his head and started to swim towards the pond's center. His head turned once back to look at the shore before he inhaled deeply again and ducked beneath the surface. A series of powerful kicks propelled the outlaw further down, eyes searching as they adjusted to this underwater view before them. But there was nothing to see, nothing that he was hoping to see. No trace of some mystical portal, not even so much as a sunken rowboat. It was not unlike the lake where he'd gone swimming as a boy. His feet panted against the soft clay bottom of the pond floor and he jettisoned himself up towards the surface again, gasping again as he broke through to the air.
Secondly, he'd taken her horse to get there this morning. The animal whuffled, hoof pawing at the ground in almost an impatient manner as it waited, tied to a tree on the shore.
A few rowboats were moored there along the dock, bumping against each other every now and again as a morning wind cut across the otherwise still waters. There'd been a few boats pulled up onto the shore and turned over; under one such as that Robin had stowed his weapons, footwear and hooded shirt. His toes curled over the edge of the last plank and Robin looked down into the water. In the morning light he could make out the waving shadows of plant life, the occasional darting shape of a fish flittering out from under the dock and back into it's safety again. More than anything, the water looked cold. A trace of his large toe across the surface confirmed it. A chilly swim was hardly a hardship to the displaced Lord of Locksley.
Robin clapped his hands together and inhaled deeply, his chest expanding with the rush of air to his lungs. Stalling no longer, his knees flexed and he sprung forward, arms stretched out in front of him, breaking the surface of the water first as the rest of his body followed. The cold water strung his flesh at first and when Robin surfaced post-dive his mouth was open wide in a gasping inhale. Drops of water flew from his dampened hair as he shook his head and started to swim towards the pond's center. His head turned once back to look at the shore before he inhaled deeply again and ducked beneath the surface. A series of powerful kicks propelled the outlaw further down, eyes searching as they adjusted to this underwater view before them. But there was nothing to see, nothing that he was hoping to see. No trace of some mystical portal, not even so much as a sunken rowboat. It was not unlike the lake where he'd gone swimming as a boy. His feet panted against the soft clay bottom of the pond floor and he jettisoned himself up towards the surface again, gasping again as he broke through to the air.