Chapter 372: River Shower Part 2
Frost-Tongue River was warmer than Stryg remembered. Even in the summertime cold water would always rush through the river, clear and as chill as fresh-cut ice. Now the water only felt lukewarm as if he was in a tub of a small tavern in some remote village.
He crouched into a ball and let his weight pull him to the bottom of the river. When his toes touched the smooth stones on the riverbed he opened his lilac eyes and looked around slowly. It was as if he had been transported to another world.
The riverbed was quiet, the sounds of the river’s calm current a soothing melody in his ears. Afternoon sunlight filtered into the water in a refracting pattern that reflected off the riverbed’s white stones in a glittering display. He felt as if he was looking into a bright starry night.
A pair of green legs swimming towards him grabbed his attention. Stryg kicked off the riverbed and shot up. His head barely broke the water’s surface before his heavy body began to drag him back down. He quickly channeled blue mana into his hands and created a small current around his legs to keep him buoyant.
“You alright there, shaman?” Srixa called out with her usual confident smirk.
“Hm? Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” Stryg nodded with a smile, trying to reciprocate the same amount of confidence.
“For a moment there I thought we might have lost you. You’ve been underwater for a good three minutes. I thought I was going to have to drag you out of the river. Did you get a leg cramp or something?”
“Cramp?”
“Was the water too cold for you?” she teased. “I know it's been a while since you’ve taken a dip in Frost-Tongue. If you ask me, the river is a little colder than usual today.”