The intense, immediate distress she feels when he takes that 0.5 step back abruptly vanishes when he opens his mouth. That trust in him and his weird elf powers is what made her comfortable enough to get this far. There is no pressure because the odds of her even touching the water is minimal. No drowning. No rib breaking. A part of her briefly wonders if she should ask someone to help her learn to swim, but that seems extra dumb considering she could just be levitated across the ocean, push come to shove. Elves are great.
Extra credit is an enticing reward, despite not having any ding dang clue about what that means. It might be like a gold star? Or points? And she sure loves collecting and amassing hoards of these imaginary prizes.
It takes another second or two for her to collect herself, to push back her fears and turn no pressure, no pressure into a new mantra for this surfventure. It has an oddly calming effect and when her heart stops pounding against her ribs, she slowly, slowly, begins to stand.
And maybe it's because of all the years spent balancing on unstable floors in old, unmaintained buildings or perhaps it's because she just has innate talent for surfing alongside her mad pitching skills. Either way, she's able to get to her feet with only a few bumps in the ocean road. She holds her arms out, trying to mimic the position Taako had surfing on the waves, and looks completely shocked she's not dead. Shocked, unsure, then thrilled. It's not scary at all-not yet.
"Look, look!" She's trying not to move at all. Even her yell is about 20 decibels less than normal, so as not to Anger The Water. "Do I get it? The extra credit? How much?"
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Extra credit is an enticing reward, despite not having any ding dang clue about what that means. It might be like a gold star? Or points? And she sure loves collecting and amassing hoards of these imaginary prizes.
It takes another second or two for her to collect herself, to push back her fears and turn no pressure, no pressure into a new mantra for this surfventure. It has an oddly calming effect and when her heart stops pounding against her ribs, she slowly, slowly, begins to stand.
And maybe it's because of all the years spent balancing on unstable floors in old, unmaintained buildings or perhaps it's because she just has innate talent for surfing alongside her mad pitching skills. Either way, she's able to get to her feet with only a few bumps in the ocean road. She holds her arms out, trying to mimic the position Taako had surfing on the waves, and looks completely shocked she's not dead. Shocked, unsure, then thrilled. It's not scary at all-not yet.
"Look, look!" She's trying not to move at all. Even her yell is about 20 decibels less than normal, so as not to Anger The Water. "Do I get it? The extra credit? How much?"