I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
She stands on the beach, frozen in place even as the lukewarm water of the Arclight Ocean laps at her toes, a white knuckle grip around the gem from a Cloudmanta in her palm. The air is chilly, nipping at her skin and bringing goosebumps to the surface of her pale skin, a tightness in her throat. It was silly, wasn't it? Having lived in Torchline her entire life, but not knowing how to swim. Being too scared to try. There have been attempts. Rather poor ones. The one with Sunjata and once with Locke. Neither of them successful in really teaching her. Still, it felt necessary for her to learn.
Why she thought it a good idea to attempt on her own was beyond her, but the idea simply struck and now she's here. Standing, forcing herself to breathe, and not moving an inch. Maeve shakes her head, moving to step back as the pit in her stomach grows, the anxiety building there much too overwhelming.
Why she thought it a good idea to attempt on her own was beyond her, but the idea simply struck and now she's here. Standing, forcing herself to breathe, and not moving an inch. Maeve shakes her head, moving to step back as the pit in her stomach grows, the anxiety building there much too overwhelming.
Maeve
