It must be noted that the following actions are taken by Arche in this order.
Action the first: she takes off her boots and socks and sets them neatly near the water's edge.
Action the second: she gets into the pond with nine thousand and one percent of all her other clothes definitely still on.
Action the third: submersion.
Action the fourth: wet clothing is expelled from beneath the surface of the water.
Action the fifth: the narrator stops to take a shot at their own format for this tag as if meta-commentary qualifies as a joke by itelf.
Action the sixth: Arche's hand emerges from the water and drags her clothes back in.
It is at this point that her head pops out from beneath the surface, the worst of the mud shaken out of her blonde hair, looking absolutely relieved. It is a sharp contrast to whatever's going on under the water, which is either a violent drowning or vigorous, improvised cleaning of her clothes via excessive shaking and wringing into the pond. One of those. She keeps the expanding cloud of silt and the water's surface between her modesty and the young master.
"I won't say that I couldn't wish for some soap," Arche muses, "but given everything, this is a princely kindness, young master. Thank you."
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Action the first: she takes off her boots and socks and sets them neatly near the water's edge.
Action the second: she gets into the pond with nine thousand and one percent of all her other clothes definitely still on.
Action the third: submersion.
Action the fourth: wet clothing is expelled from beneath the surface of the water.
Action the fifth: the narrator stops to take a shot at their own format for this tag as if meta-commentary qualifies as a joke by itelf.
Action the sixth: Arche's hand emerges from the water and drags her clothes back in.
It is at this point that her head pops out from beneath the surface, the worst of the mud shaken out of her blonde hair, looking absolutely relieved. It is a sharp contrast to whatever's going on under the water, which is either a violent drowning or vigorous, improvised cleaning of her clothes via excessive shaking and wringing into the pond. One of those. She keeps the expanding cloud of silt and the water's surface between her modesty and the young master.
"I won't say that I couldn't wish for some soap," Arche muses, "but given everything, this is a princely kindness, young master. Thank you."