Through the Fire, the Phoenix- Through the Sea, the Swan.

Akira · May 09, 2019, 05:00 PM

It is already too late to swim when the water reaches your lips.

Her chest burned as she fought the instinct to gasp for air. Having been trained in sea event, the young woman was moderately fair at her handling in it- but the seas were still livid at her actions, at @Firefly’s insolence, at the pair in general. She would need to grow one of mind before considering swimming against the pummeling current.

Firstly she felt gravity, opening her mind up to the directions. Though the brine bit at her eyes, stinging and snapping at it with burining ire, she did not hesitate to use the gems to seek the light of the Sun. With it, she ceased movement, and allowed herself to be thrust up with full lungs of carbon dioxide, to the surface where oxygen await.

Bursting from the wrathful grasp of the waters, she swiftly exhaled and heavily inhaled, and got her bearings before the waters could pull her back under. Noting where land fragment was, she dipped back low in the waves, and slimmed sleek battered body wormed forward. She had to be careful, as it was clear from the pains frothing in her chest that something had been broken.

Swift and efficient. She kept her mind clear, erasing the dreams and memories that held her prior, and focused purely on survival. She needed to return to shore. She needed this.
A jutting spike of rock stood before her, and a quick clasp of forelimbs to the slate rock gave her a breath of calmed air, of break, before she utilized it as a push-off, and brought herself some speed closer to the land awaiting her.

Not all birds have been taught to fly. Some simply fall until they either learn, or perish.