Which... isn't necessarily dangerous, but it is immediately noticeable to Wrathion now he barely has any clothes on. He frowns, trying to see past the ripples, then wades slowly deeper. The water quickly reaches up to his chest, then his shoulders. He winces in distaste with every step, then falters as it suddenly drops off deep -- glances over at Anduin to give him a nod of reassurance. Then he drops under the water, dark hair flowing out as he squints around for flowers. Titans, flowers. Why couldn't they pay someone else to come out here and pick flowers in the cold river?
Golden eyes meet his suddenly in the depths of the water and he stays still, watching the woman gesture to him.
... What? She -- what? Wants them to... stop? Go away?
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Which... isn't necessarily dangerous, but it is immediately noticeable to Wrathion now he barely has any clothes on. He frowns, trying to see past the ripples, then wades slowly deeper. The water quickly reaches up to his chest, then his shoulders. He winces in distaste with every step, then falters as it suddenly drops off deep -- glances over at Anduin to give him a nod of reassurance. Then he drops under the water, dark hair flowing out as he squints around for flowers. Titans, flowers. Why couldn't they pay someone else to come out here and pick flowers in the cold river?
Golden eyes meet his suddenly in the depths of the water and he stays still, watching the woman gesture to him.
... What? She -- what? Wants them to... stop? Go away?