breathe. fly. breathe. fly. breathe. fly.

she hates swimming. her body, a weightless nymph that glides over land with nearly unmatched prowess, becomes much slower in the water. while she has no trouble with the maneuver itself, she feels as if the churning waves have a hold of every inch of her body, threatening her freedom. it is some form of claustrophobia maybe that makes the experience so unpleasant for her. her ears are plastered to her skull as she finally pulls herself from the water and up the sandy shore of the desert and she can’t help rolling her eyes once more at the creature who directed her thus far. she was still somewhat stunned by his obvious impression that she wouldn’t be able to keep up.

she follows suit to rid herself of the saltwater that dripped from her sides, shaking violently from head to tail and eyes him warily, sidestepping away when he advances. she has no reason to trust him. with a snort she picks a direction and begins to walk. her body is beginning to tire but standing still will have to wait. after the tedious swim she can not stand to feel trapped any longer. her eyes wander to their surroundings as she walks, ignoring his prancing figure. she longs to irritate him but doesn’t want to press too far. her voice is still icy when she replies. home for now i suppose. show me the way if you will. she picks up a jaunty trot, eager to rinse the taste of saltwater form her mouth and eager to feel the give of sand beneath her hooves.