So she is!

Step step step CANNONBALL.

"Eeep!" she giggles before cannonballing, too.

Isabella comes up for air, the longer bits of her haircut clinging to her face, giggling. She kicks off the wall and makes for the far edge.

Sadde's apparent athleticism is entirely an artifact of years of shapeshifting. She actually can't swim very well, so she mostly waddles along inexpertly, chasing Isabella.

Isabella reaches the other wall and pops up. "Do you not know how to swim? You didn't say when I suggested swimming."

"I know enough to play around and get places, I can't exactly do competitive swimming," she shrugs.

"Swimming's the only time I get to be faster than anybody," laughs Isabella, and she zooms back in the other direction and pops up when she reaches Sadde. "I'm not even that good but still."

She laughs. "You're adorable," she declares.

Chlorine-flavored kiss and Isabella's off again.

Sadde kinda follows! She lacks technique but once she's got going the artificial athleticism makes up for some of it. Not enough to keep up with Isabella, but.

Isabella knows the basics of several strokes and can hold her breath for a pretty long time. And grab Sadde's feet and yoink.

And Sadde eeps and giggles and tries to splash Isabella once she returns for breath.

Splash!

Lots of splash! Sadde can also hold her breath for a while and attempt to yoink Isabella, mostly failing.

Isabella is slippery but not that fast. She can be grabbed.

Yoink!

Isabella splutters after she comes up, and swims away, expecting a chase.

And a chase she gets!

She lets herself be caught eventually.

Eeeee! Does Sadde get a reward for this feat?

She gets an Isabella, caught. An Isabella who kisses her, squishing Sadde between herself and the wall of the pool.

Kisses! Such kisses, with water and chlorine and squirms.

And swimming, more of that.