Chloe gave a soft laugh when Nigel tried to splash her. Some of the water hit her, but it ran off as though she were made of glass, not even leaving a trace behind on her clothing. She wondered what his type was, but she had a feeling she wouldn't get to find out anytime soon. Chloe pulled off her shirt, following it shortly with her pants, and panties, leaving everything she'd had on in a pile on the water's edge, knowing exactly which rock didn't go under at high tide.<br/><br/>She walked out into the water past Nigel and sunk down as it deepened sharply, dipping her head under and then coming back up, smoothing back her newly wet hair with both hands. She didn't keep herself dry, as she was capable of doing, except when she was in danger of going wrinkley of course.<br/><br/>"Honestly brother, that you can talk about chariot racing like a chore, says a lot about you. Of course I'm going to race, and I might just win too, though it'll be easier if I have you driving, after all, I can't exactly use my spear-arm while holding the reins can I?"<br/><br/>Chloe supposed she had the same quality, that seeming aparthy, but for her it was more a lull between moments of adrenaline bliss, whereas, Nigel talked like all he wanted to do was swim alone.<br/>