WV3

The sound of whistling air, a quick splash – then frenzied paddling. Neo swam back up to him as she held her hands out towards him, a wide smile on her face.

Jaune couldn't hold in his own laughter, placing his hands beneath her armpits as he hefted her into the air once more, throwing her further into the ocean. The small girl cartwheeled happily, face showing that if she were able to talk, she'd surely be squealing in glee.