He had never been to Savannah himself, so he didn’t know what the norms were over there.
If you looked over the beach from the docks of Port Hargeon, you could be lucky to spot the silhouette of a dark, mocha-skinned Blue Pegasus Mage crawling up from the sea towards the shore and spitting out saltwater. A few coughs followed suit, and he wiped his mouth and attempted once more. However, having repeated this all day long, Daiko soon came to a halt, and he began questioning if he could ever master the art of swimming.
There was a time when he was able to swim, remember? Back when he was a Lamia Scale Mage and had underwent Shahrbaraz’ - no, wait, it was Aguero’s - training journey. He had climbed mountains, crossed the ocean and survived the winter out in the forest, but what the hell, man?! Of all those high-quality skills, why did he forget how to swim?!
It was as if he had been reset back to square one, just like all those other times in the past! He could’ve sworn that it was a curse or something! NO! He wouldn’t let it take over him again! He was going to overcome this weakness one way or another, and he was going to stay as fit as always! To hell with curses!
…
Today, he had recovered a little. He was in his swimming trunks, dark-green and humble, and sitting down near the edge of the shore while hugging his legs. Coda was perching in front of him, not that much afraid by the saltwater flushing up on the sand.
“I’ll learn to swim, somehow… Coda, I have a surprise for you,” the Fire Mage spoke up to his curious, little fella, “I, uh… I asked for someone’s help with this, and they should be here very soon. It’s someone you really, really like a lot.” Coda cawed out loud for a few seconds, and Daiko replied with a flustered look on his face: “S-Shut it, that’s not the case! I swear…!”
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