You strip down to your bathers (striking a pose for the girls, of course!) and cannonball into the water. Feeling as happy as a dog you do laps for a bit, back and forth across a section you oh-so-scientifically pick. Ciana and Hailyn join you briefly, but you are the last to get out.
As you climp up a rope the three of you tied to a tree last year for the express purpose of climbing out of the creek, and on occassion playing Adventurer and swinging across only to pretend you were hit by goblin arrows and fell to your sudden death, you see a slight break.