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Caleb needed some fresh air. School with homework and projects are starting to pile up. Caleb is entirely new to that. After waking up to a short nap he put on his scarf and walked towards the lake.
He stands near the shore as he looked up into the sky. The wind is getting colder and colder these days. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Soaking in how this moment feels.
"Nice." he whispered to himself.
It's definitely worth it to go out today.
Is swimming a good idea? He looks around but none of the students are swimmng. Is it the cold? Or the fact that someone or something could just drown you?
A teen stood by the shores as Bartholomew approached. Just like he usually would a tentacle was raised in greeting.
"Hello, hello there. The cold is not something that bothers you?'' Bartholomew stopped moving when his tentacles touched the sandy bottom of the Lake.
"Winter is coming, young sir, and it will be a rather cold one.'' Experience about the feel of mother nature told Bart that much.