[Ticklish bubbles spray around them both at the plunge. The water pushes them both to the surface very quickly, though - not much time to lose their breath at all. Immediately they're swept up in the current, bumping against trees and spinning with the wave motion. There's a deep liveliness to this water, a rough-and-tumble sense of play. It's not being careful with them, but it's playful, not mean, like being jostled like a pack of dogs. They're swept out to sea in a few minutes, water spreading behind and before, the sky still depthless black.
Which is not right. Hange paints it blue with a thought, fills it with clouds with a thought. The clouds are more fun when they're stained yellow and pink. There should be a sun if it's so light out. With the thought there is a sun, high up in the sky and veiled behind cloud one moment, shining down on them the next. Hange kicks to keep her head above water, but it's not trying to hold them down, and shrieks happily again. This is fun.]
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Which is not right. Hange paints it blue with a thought, fills it with clouds with a thought. The clouds are more fun when they're stained yellow and pink. There should be a sun if it's so light out. With the thought there is a sun, high up in the sky and veiled behind cloud one moment, shining down on them the next. Hange kicks to keep her head above water, but it's not trying to hold them down, and shrieks happily again. This is fun.]