- Isa Bianchi -
At Moss’ offer, Isa placed each ragnite onto his arms before diving again. Wanting a shell fossil to add on their bookshelf or kitchen table.
“That’s still cool.” He replied, smiling at their little findings. Kicking his legs lazily as he automatically reached to hold onto the merman’s side fin.”This . . . Is a nice memory.” He’s going to remember this moment, where he finally got to swim and even dived underwater on his own terms. His eyes looked at the treasures, the little sprout on his head is still trembling but it’s leaves were bouncing happily.
”I wonder how this place is somehow connected to a body of water that seemed never ending. It’s not connected to the earth and yet, it still has enough to create a waterfall.” Isa muttered before sighing. “. . . I never thought I would dive without a safety line . . . Thank ya, Moss. For teaching me.”
Isa leaned in to kiss him, smiling. “Can we . . . Swim together more often?”