Snippet #1963686

"You never know!...Some of the manliest men you know might turn into little girls!" He said, just before stepping on a slippery rock and splashing down into the water with a small yelp.

Leaning back Echo bathed in the sunlight for a moment. As Rowan fell he leaned forward as if to catch him, but he was too late. Resting his arms on his knees he said, "Careful, wouldn't want to hurt yourself on the big day."

"Well, that felt nice at least...Anyway,I'm surprised you don't know whether you're a girl or a werewolf yet, but I guess it happens at different times for everyone, huh?"

He stood, wading into the water and taking a dive. The cool water rushed around him, and past his body. The current tugged him a bit and he surfaced a few feet away from Rowan. "I guess I didn't mature as fast," he remarked with a cheesy grin as brought this arms down into the water, soaking his red hair. Diving once more he made his way to th shore, once again climbing onto the rock. As if addressing a Victorian audience he stood, hand on his chest, the other stretched out.
"“If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!” " With a bow he leapt into the air, gripping his knees to his chest, cannon-balling into the cold water, displacing a wave as he hit the water. As he surfaced he brushed his hair back and turned to Rowan once again.
"I take it you know what your fate will be under the moon tonight." Raising his arms high over his head and flexing his muscles he asked,"Will you be a strong Were-wolf?" This time dropping his tone and crossing his arms in front of his as he bat his eyes,"Or a sweet young lady?"
Though he joked, he was curious to know, it was his first festival after all.