Porcupine Ridge [discovery: lotus spring] dirty laundry

Fathomless. It was all dark and deep to her — a twisting void, within which she spasmed with instinctual enthusiasm, otherwise unfelt. Water forced it's way in to her mouth in the process, wanting to be swallowed up, wanting to fill her belly and choke those tiny lungs. What else could be broken? Dawa felt no fear as she began to drown, the first few moments a blur of frenzied limbs and the sleepy rolling of the spring's fluids.

She touched down at the sound of Lham, which brought a new kind of spasm to life. A more familiar one that shot through her toes and up to the girl's elbows, which buckled, and plunged her dripping face back in to the water. She would not ask for his help until she was truly ready to expire — and even then, her words were hollow, "'Heera--"