Continued from yesterday. This is being made up as I go along, by the way (this may be obvious.)
Lakewater
© M. Harley 2011
There is a tinkling of softly scattered stones and he looks up to see that he is not alone. Stepping carefully toward the lapping waters, shoe-clad feet picking their way between knife-stones and satin pebbles alike, Anna looks up at him, and her smile is quiet, half-amused, an eyebrow arcs at his state of undress.
"I needed a bath." He offers, looking down at his toes and offering a soft laugh in return. His shirt he bundles in his hands and holds before him, a belated show of modestly. Anna snorts indelicately, negotating the shingle as she approaches further.
"You must have been filthy." She stops in front of him, and looks up, pushing her loose hair behind her ears. "You've been gone for hours."
Lem shrugs, and Anna steps around him, letting the water lap gently over the toes of her boots as she looks out over the lake. Lem takes the opporutinty to shoulder his way into his shirt, and has one leg in his breeches when Anna turns around, the sunlight creating fiery halos in her copper hair.
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