"W—Wait, Cindy…hyaa!"
The shriek that came out of Daisy was genuinely high pitched enough that a few heads turned along the beach.
"What was that, Daisy?" Cindy laughed, already scooping both hands through the water and launching another arc of it directly at her.
"That's because you keep—haaah…no!*" Daisy threw both arms up in front of her face, flinching away from the incoming spray, her glasses going crooked from the movement. Her feet were planted knee-deep in the Atlantic, the hem of her skirt already damp at the edges despite her best efforts to keep it out of the water, and she was fighting a losing battle on every front.
Cindy was relentless. She'd dragged Daisy in with the cheerful unstoppable energy she deployed when she'd decided something was happening and wasn't taking objections, and now she was making full use of the situation — scooping and launching, scooping and launching, laughing at Daisy's every attempt to dodge.
