MAEA
Was it scary, to possibly put her life in the hands of this fickle, strange man? Yes. Very much so. But did she want to come home with a crystal that didn't even work, and explain to Sunjata how she'd nearly gotten herself killed over nothing? Not at all.
So in the end, this seemed the less of two evils, and with the pearl pressed to her throat, the girl slipped back in under the water. Soon, there were hands on her shoulders to hold her down, and she could focus on doing what she had to do. Which was simple as it was dangerous. Run out of air, and then force down a lungful of water.
It didn't take long before she began to struggle against Saiden's grip. It had occurred to Maea that this might turn out dangerous for the both of them, if she panicked and lashed out with her magic... but hopefully he had enough of his own to shield from the worst of her attacks. No doubt the blow to her head helpt keep the magic at bay too, because it didn't slip her control, nor do much at all save for make the water around them very very cold.
Black dots began to appear before her eyes. The urge to breathe in was overwhelming, the instinct to avoid doing this just as strong, and for a precious few moments they hung in the balance, warring for dominance within her.
The necessity for air won out. And quite without meaning to, before she was entirely ready, Maea drew in a deep breath. One that would flood her lungs and fill them with water and necessitate some dragging up on the beach again and get her airways clear and... and it didn't happen. (Sorry Saiden, no mouth to mouth today.) Instead of water, the only thing that entered her lungs was air. She let it out again in a stream of bubbles, then tried again, less frantic now. Again it worked, just as the legends had said.
She stilled, and looked up at the fisherman, his figure twisted and distorted from the churning water. And she grinned. Wide and relieved.
So in the end, this seemed the less of two evils, and with the pearl pressed to her throat, the girl slipped back in under the water. Soon, there were hands on her shoulders to hold her down, and she could focus on doing what she had to do. Which was simple as it was dangerous. Run out of air, and then force down a lungful of water.
It didn't take long before she began to struggle against Saiden's grip. It had occurred to Maea that this might turn out dangerous for the both of them, if she panicked and lashed out with her magic... but hopefully he had enough of his own to shield from the worst of her attacks. No doubt the blow to her head helpt keep the magic at bay too, because it didn't slip her control, nor do much at all save for make the water around them very very cold.
Black dots began to appear before her eyes. The urge to breathe in was overwhelming, the instinct to avoid doing this just as strong, and for a precious few moments they hung in the balance, warring for dominance within her.
The necessity for air won out. And quite without meaning to, before she was entirely ready, Maea drew in a deep breath. One that would flood her lungs and fill them with water and necessitate some dragging up on the beach again and get her airways clear and... and it didn't happen. (Sorry Saiden, no mouth to mouth today.) Instead of water, the only thing that entered her lungs was air. She let it out again in a stream of bubbles, then tried again, less frantic now. Again it worked, just as the legends had said.
She stilled, and looked up at the fisherman, his figure twisted and distorted from the churning water. And she grinned. Wide and relieved.
Nothing lasts forever, I thought you should know
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
