He lets the foot settle in ankle deep. Then follows it hesitantly with the other.
Ashford then turns to look at Stone. Alright. He's in the water. Technically.
"Well...you going to teach or am I guessing?"
He even braves shuffling in to his knees, though he makes a face at the feeling of slippery moss and dirt sliding past his skin. He's not squeamish, so to speak, but the sensation is wholly new and, quite frankly, bizarre.
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"You know...you can call me Klaes."
He lets the foot settle in ankle deep. Then follows it hesitantly with the other.
Ashford then turns to look at Stone. Alright. He's in the water. Technically.
"Well...you going to teach or am I guessing?"
He even braves shuffling in to his knees, though he makes a face at the feeling of slippery moss and dirt sliding past his skin. He's not squeamish, so to speak, but the sensation is wholly new and, quite frankly, bizarre.