Perhaps Eva should have thought more closely on the idea of getting wet before staying still on a boat for a long time in cold weather. She's just about chilled, although she supposes if it becomes a problem she can drop back into the water to warm up and hope not to become a snack of the floating cutlery. The water's warmer than the air by a good margin; the last traces of light catch on wafts of evaporation, miniature steam billows dancing over the surface and being buffeted by the small waves.
"No, not yet. Won't you be bored to death while I sleep? Unless you're incredibly interested in my snoring."
She wraps her arms around herself, chilled. "But I'm competent enough for some night sailing. That's how I died, you know. The first time."
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Date: 2012-01-12 03:08 pm (UTC)Perhaps Eva should have thought more closely on the idea of getting wet before staying still on a boat for a long time in cold weather. She's just about chilled, although she supposes if it becomes a problem she can drop back into the water to warm up and hope not to become a snack of the floating cutlery. The water's warmer than the air by a good margin; the last traces of light catch on wafts of evaporation, miniature steam billows dancing over the surface and being buffeted by the small waves.
"No, not yet. Won't you be bored to death while I sleep? Unless you're incredibly interested in my snoring."
She wraps her arms around herself, chilled. "But I'm competent enough for some night sailing. That's how I died, you know. The first time."