09-08-2017, 07:56 PM
Ebony was starting to regret doing her hair up before entering the water. Sure if she let it down it'd take forever to dry, even with air spells; and in the water, it'd flop about and go everywhere. But with it fixed up, it left nothing for her to hide behind. And it wasn't like she could have worn her usual attire while in the water. Well, she could but that would have created another set of problems, and, more importantly, prevented her from actually relaxing.
Although, given the current situation, it was increasingly difficult for Ebony to clear her mind. Should she have been alone, she'd have felt guilt at doing nothing while Morene was potentially struggling out there. Either isolated or stuck with their former aggressors - neither of which was a good thing. With Sonny (and Summer) also here, that feeling was lessened slightly; partly because he was relaxing as well, but mostly because he was right. She had to rest otherwise stepping into a fight would result in a disaster. Without any proper sleep, that fact wouldn't change. Her body, however, found the situation refreshing. The hot water prompted the relaxation of muscles she didn't even realise were tensed. If she had to, she reckoned she could walk to the top of the mountain, then all the way down, then all the way up again. Considering she rarely walked further than a mile in a day, and never helped with physical work back on the ship, that would have been a reasonable achievement for her.
Yet, while easing the guilt, the men's presence made her very nervous and on edge. He was, after all, right behind her, naked, and sharing the same water she was. At first, she'd tried to ignore him, closed her eyes, leant forwards against the warm rocks, and pretended she was relaxing alone. But then he started talking to her as if everything was normal. Ebony's voice had squeaked, and cracked, and stuttered in her failed attempts to reply - only barely churning out the words. She shook when he spoke, face plastered with the red of embarrassment. He could have been looking anywhere: at her, or at the scenery, or just staring down into the water. He said he wouldn't look, and Sonny was her friend - he wouldn't lie. That thought alleviated some of her wariness, calming her mind somewhat, although not completely: he was still close. Now that she'd been reminded of that by his talking, it was impossible to remove him from her mental image of the surroundings.
Sighing through the water, she wondered what it was really like for Summer and Sonny, to share a body like that. They would have to agree on everything, otherwise, they'd get nowhere. But, in a strange way, the knowledge of there actually being two people inside that head made her happy. She wasn't happy the two were stuck together, but she was warmed by the feeling she'd actually made two new friends, instead of just one.
As usual, Ebony was a very fickle girl. Mere moments after Sonny stopped talking, leaving the air silent, she decided, or simply realised, she actually still wanted to talk to him - despite the situation. And Summer too. Slumping, she sat there, blowing bubbles through her mouth every so often while trying to work up the willpower to say something. She wanted to sleep, but that was never going to be an option. That didn't stop her from simply shifting her position to rest - leaning and relaxing her head on arms by the side of the small pool after she'd grown tired of the bubbles. If she had washing supplies, she'd have busied herself with cleaning her hair. Resting without sleeping was hard, and it was only due to Summer and Sonny's presence that her mind stayed active enough to prevent that.
Eventually, however, she did muster the determination to speak. "W-w-what S-summer l-l-like? Bec-c-cause I've been t-t-talking to Sonny haven't I? C-c-can I talk to him as w-w-well?" It didn't come out smoothly, but being the only sound besides the occasional faint splashes of water generated by Ebony's fidgeting, it didn't give Summer's body any problems when it came to hearing it.
"I've actually been doing most of the talking recently..."
"H-huh, but I t-thought... T-then I want to t-talk to S-sonny, or whoever I haven't been talking w-w-w-with."
"I've also been doing some of the talking as well..."
Ebony leant forwards again, trying to lower herself into the water as much as possible while still keeping her chin on her arms. She groaned. "This is conf-f-f-fusing."
"You can ask for clarification any time, Ebony."
"S-so which one of you s-said that?" She paused very briefly before continuing before Summer of Sonny could answer, blurting out the following statement. "W-wait. Don't t-tell me. It was Sonny, right?"
"No, it was me, Summer."
"Argh." She leant back slightly, waving her arms around for emphasis. Although, presumably, no one saw this beside her. "This is haaarrd... Say s-s-something else."
"S-s-something else," he commented, trying to mimic her stuttering by pronouncing and emphasising each 's' at the start individually.
Ebony blushed, submerging herself down to her chin. "T-that's not what I m-meant."
A pause followed before the man spoke again. "When it comes to the dangers of storms: It's not that the wind is blowing. It's what the wind is blowing."
She rubbed her forehead. "Umm... Summer?"
"Nope. That one was Sonny."
She considered it might have been easier had they switched bodies to indicate. But even if they did, she wasn't exactly going to look right now. "This is impossible." Again, Ebony sank back into the hot water, resolving to blow bubbles in a mixture of annoyance and as an attempt to keep herself awake.
Although, given the current situation, it was increasingly difficult for Ebony to clear her mind. Should she have been alone, she'd have felt guilt at doing nothing while Morene was potentially struggling out there. Either isolated or stuck with their former aggressors - neither of which was a good thing. With Sonny (and Summer) also here, that feeling was lessened slightly; partly because he was relaxing as well, but mostly because he was right. She had to rest otherwise stepping into a fight would result in a disaster. Without any proper sleep, that fact wouldn't change. Her body, however, found the situation refreshing. The hot water prompted the relaxation of muscles she didn't even realise were tensed. If she had to, she reckoned she could walk to the top of the mountain, then all the way down, then all the way up again. Considering she rarely walked further than a mile in a day, and never helped with physical work back on the ship, that would have been a reasonable achievement for her.
Yet, while easing the guilt, the men's presence made her very nervous and on edge. He was, after all, right behind her, naked, and sharing the same water she was. At first, she'd tried to ignore him, closed her eyes, leant forwards against the warm rocks, and pretended she was relaxing alone. But then he started talking to her as if everything was normal. Ebony's voice had squeaked, and cracked, and stuttered in her failed attempts to reply - only barely churning out the words. She shook when he spoke, face plastered with the red of embarrassment. He could have been looking anywhere: at her, or at the scenery, or just staring down into the water. He said he wouldn't look, and Sonny was her friend - he wouldn't lie. That thought alleviated some of her wariness, calming her mind somewhat, although not completely: he was still close. Now that she'd been reminded of that by his talking, it was impossible to remove him from her mental image of the surroundings.
Sighing through the water, she wondered what it was really like for Summer and Sonny, to share a body like that. They would have to agree on everything, otherwise, they'd get nowhere. But, in a strange way, the knowledge of there actually being two people inside that head made her happy. She wasn't happy the two were stuck together, but she was warmed by the feeling she'd actually made two new friends, instead of just one.
As usual, Ebony was a very fickle girl. Mere moments after Sonny stopped talking, leaving the air silent, she decided, or simply realised, she actually still wanted to talk to him - despite the situation. And Summer too. Slumping, she sat there, blowing bubbles through her mouth every so often while trying to work up the willpower to say something. She wanted to sleep, but that was never going to be an option. That didn't stop her from simply shifting her position to rest - leaning and relaxing her head on arms by the side of the small pool after she'd grown tired of the bubbles. If she had washing supplies, she'd have busied herself with cleaning her hair. Resting without sleeping was hard, and it was only due to Summer and Sonny's presence that her mind stayed active enough to prevent that.
Eventually, however, she did muster the determination to speak. "W-w-what S-summer l-l-like? Bec-c-cause I've been t-t-talking to Sonny haven't I? C-c-can I talk to him as w-w-well?" It didn't come out smoothly, but being the only sound besides the occasional faint splashes of water generated by Ebony's fidgeting, it didn't give Summer's body any problems when it came to hearing it.
"I've actually been doing most of the talking recently..."
"H-huh, but I t-thought... T-then I want to t-talk to S-sonny, or whoever I haven't been talking w-w-w-with."
"I've also been doing some of the talking as well..."
Ebony leant forwards again, trying to lower herself into the water as much as possible while still keeping her chin on her arms. She groaned. "This is conf-f-f-fusing."
"You can ask for clarification any time, Ebony."
"S-so which one of you s-said that?" She paused very briefly before continuing before Summer of Sonny could answer, blurting out the following statement. "W-wait. Don't t-tell me. It was Sonny, right?"
"No, it was me, Summer."
"Argh." She leant back slightly, waving her arms around for emphasis. Although, presumably, no one saw this beside her. "This is haaarrd... Say s-s-something else."
"S-s-something else," he commented, trying to mimic her stuttering by pronouncing and emphasising each 's' at the start individually.
Ebony blushed, submerging herself down to her chin. "T-that's not what I m-meant."
A pause followed before the man spoke again. "When it comes to the dangers of storms: It's not that the wind is blowing. It's what the wind is blowing."
She rubbed her forehead. "Umm... Summer?"
"Nope. That one was Sonny."
She considered it might have been easier had they switched bodies to indicate. But even if they did, she wasn't exactly going to look right now. "This is impossible." Again, Ebony sank back into the hot water, resolving to blow bubbles in a mixture of annoyance and as an attempt to keep herself awake.
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You should probs write them getting out Summer. Or we might not make it to the top in time.