Azalea was the first to dash toward the waves, laughter trailing behind her like the spray of seawater. Elreth was quick to follow, unwilling to let the green-eyed girl claim the spotlight. The two of them plunged into the surf, the water gleaming like shards of crystal around their forms.
What began as simple swimming quickly turned into a full-blown competition. Azalea kicked with sharp precision, slicing through the water like a fish, her strokes smooth and efficient. Elreth, unwilling to be left behind, powered forward with bold, aggressive strokes, her red hair streaming behind her like a fiery banner. They dove beneath the waves, resurfaced, and raced each other toward the buoy floating some distance away. Their voices rose above the crashing surf, trading sharp challenges and mocking laughter with each breathless advance.
