[Training] [se] carry your own

Zephyr

You hover like a hummingbird
Haunt me in my sleep

"Not a bad show, kid!"

The voice drifts up from the water, where you squat in the shallows, submerged to your chin. You'd been out for a swim when you noticed the familiar figure practicing her combat maneuvers on the sand. Good form all around, you'd noted with appreciation, inching closer to the sand. Great balance, and so much fire.

But what about when it's doused?

Shifting so you're on your knees, you flash Melita a rare, sun-bright smile. "Reckon y'might be able to teach an old dog like me some new tricks?" You've a soft spot for youngsters, especially those who have a bit of fire to them. They make you think of what Ray might've been, if only he'd had the chance.

You're sailing from another world
Sinking in my sea