XXVII. Water

Daphne supposed she should have known that going for a long walk in the woods with Blaise wasn't a good idea. She was completely covered in mud already – and now she was soaking wet as well because Blaise kept throwing stones into the river.

"Will you be careful what you're doing to the water?" she snapped. "You'll annoy the nymphs."

"You'll annoy the nymphs," Blaise mimicked.

Daphne slapped his arm. "Shut up."

"There are no nymphs round here, genius," Blaise snickered.

"Well can you stop throwing stones in the river then?" Daphne snapped.

"I'm not throwing stones, I'm skimming them," Blaise replied. He chucked another stone, sprinkling Daphne in droplets of water.

"Will you stop it?" Daphne cried. "You're soaking me."

"Stop whinging," Blaise sighed. "Just look at the river, isn't it pretty?" He threw another stone in, causing ripples in the water and a small rainbow where the droplets flew up into the air.

Daphne laughed. "Alright Blaise, it is pretty. But stop trying to soak me, okay?"

Blaise grinned at her as he threw another stone. "Don't count on me to make promises I won't keep."