She wakes up to the feeling of sand sliding under her back, and water all around her. She sat up, coughing, shaking her head to clear it of the strange fog that came with a sudden awakening. She looked out into the water, right in front of her - and saw the manatee, eyeing her from just a little bit further out. She coughed again, managing a smile.
"Thank you," she said to it, with a nod, "I don't know if you can understand me, but...thank you." The manatee moves off, as she pushes to her feet. She looked down at herself, her blue tunic soaked. She sighed, then tried to bend the water away from the garments, making a few graceful moves, stepping back then forward, extending her arms. Nothing happened.
"Huh," she said, looking around. Ok, bending wasn't working - panic about that later. She then, blessedly, saw the wet bulk of Naga shaking herself off, a shower of water spiraling into the air as the polar bear dog shook herself dry.
"Well, looks like we're in a right mess," she said to Naga, with a sigh. "But we'll figure this out. We've been in worse. We've..." Then she felt the weight on her head, and tilted it back.
Looking right at a small fairy with blue hair, in a blue dress.
"Um."
The Red Spring
By the time she reached the Spring, she was more than ready for a refreshing dip. Behind her, snoozing happily by the warm waters, lay Naga. Snoring, just a little bit. Beside her in the water, floated a little boat she'd made out of twigs and some leaves, with her familiar resting happily in it. She wasn't sure if fairies could drown, but she wasn't taking any chances. Or leaving her out of it.
Thankfully, she'd even found a swimsuit that she could borrow, a blue pair of briefs and a white bandeau. Those who saw her for the first time might well notice what that revealed - the musculature of someone trained, and honed.
And, when she was getting into the springs, clearly someone not at all affected by cold, by her casual attitude towards it.
Korra | Legend of Korra
She wakes up to the feeling of sand sliding under her back, and water all around her. She sat up, coughing, shaking her head to clear it of the strange fog that came with a sudden awakening. She looked out into the water, right in front of her - and saw the manatee, eyeing her from just a little bit further out. She coughed again, managing a smile.
"Thank you," she said to it, with a nod, "I don't know if you can understand me, but...thank you." The manatee moves off, as she pushes to her feet. She looked down at herself, her blue tunic soaked. She sighed, then tried to bend the water away from the garments, making a few graceful moves, stepping back then forward, extending her arms. Nothing happened.
"Huh," she said, looking around. Ok, bending wasn't working - panic about that later. She then, blessedly, saw the wet bulk of Naga shaking herself off, a shower of water spiraling into the air as the polar bear dog shook herself dry.
"Well, looks like we're in a right mess," she said to Naga, with a sigh. "But we'll figure this out. We've been in worse. We've..." Then she felt the weight on her head, and tilted it back.
Looking right at a small fairy with blue hair, in a blue dress.
"Um."
The Red Spring
By the time she reached the Spring, she was more than ready for a refreshing dip. Behind her, snoozing happily by the warm waters, lay Naga. Snoring, just a little bit. Beside her in the water, floated a little boat she'd made out of twigs and some leaves, with her familiar resting happily in it. She wasn't sure if fairies could drown, but she wasn't taking any chances. Or leaving her out of it.
Thankfully, she'd even found a swimsuit that she could borrow, a blue pair of briefs and a white bandeau. Those who saw her for the first time might well notice what that revealed - the musculature of someone trained, and honed.
And, when she was getting into the springs, clearly someone not at all affected by cold, by her casual attitude towards it.