[ Even Kaisa can appreciate silence, from time to time. She wanders over when she sees Anders, and manages to read the mood enough to not start nattering his ear off. Miracles occur, occasionally. Instead, she drifts to the rock, watching the river for a few moments. After a few moments, she starts toeing the rocks along the edge of the river, then picks one up that looked particularly flat and smooth.
With a flick of her wrist, she throws the rock at the river. It skips once, then sinks. Kaisa clucks her tongue, wrinkling her nose. ]
The River
With a flick of her wrist, she throws the rock at the river. It skips once, then sinks. Kaisa clucks her tongue, wrinkling her nose. ]
Water's too fast.