[I suppose an activity underwater might suit my interests and pique those of others, Chief Justice Monsieur Neuvillette had said — and, well, whether it piques the interest of the masses or not, it's certainly managed to draw Thancred's.
He's always liked the water, and not just because of Louisoix's suggestion that he take his name from it, lacking any from a father to call his own. Spending his youth as a street urchin on the wharfs of Limsa Lominsa had solidified that, and Sharlayan's vast oceanside footprint had only helped things along. It's not just that he could swim like an eel from nearly the time he could walk; there's something eminently peaceful about it that he can't quite seem to find anywhere else, something deeply psychological about the reassurance that the water will hold him up if all he does is relax and seek to float.
He doesn't trust many things to support him in life. The water, at least, was one thing he could always count on.
So the prospect of being taken on an underwater exploration isn't just exciting on its own merits; it also means getting to spend time with someone who is presumably as adept beneath the waves as he is himself — a rare find, indeed. And so he waits on their agreed-upon stretch of beach for Neuvillette to arrive, already clad for the occasion in a comfortable (and flattering) pair of black board shorts, sandals, and sunglasses, his tanned chest bared to the surf and the sun.]
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everything's better down where it's wetter take it from me;
He's always liked the water, and not just because of Louisoix's suggestion that he take his name from it, lacking any from a father to call his own. Spending his youth as a street urchin on the wharfs of Limsa Lominsa had solidified that, and Sharlayan's vast oceanside footprint had only helped things along. It's not just that he could swim like an eel from nearly the time he could walk; there's something eminently peaceful about it that he can't quite seem to find anywhere else, something deeply psychological about the reassurance that the water will hold him up if all he does is relax and seek to float.
He doesn't trust many things to support him in life. The water, at least, was one thing he could always count on.
So the prospect of being taken on an underwater exploration isn't just exciting on its own merits; it also means getting to spend time with someone who is presumably as adept beneath the waves as he is himself — a rare find, indeed. And so he waits on their agreed-upon stretch of beach for Neuvillette to arrive, already clad for the occasion in a comfortable (and flattering) pair of black board shorts, sandals, and sunglasses, his tanned chest bared to the surf and the sun.]