LETHA
The water held her and made her feel weightless. The more time she spent in the water, watching Raza and the way she moved her arms and legs and the way she breathed, the more comfortable she became. Letha had figured out that she didn't need to breathe, and so her natural anxiety about drowning started to ebb away with the push and pull of the tide. The water crashed up against the shore behind them, and Letha felt like she could stay like this forever.
Raza mentioned the fun that increased during the winter season, and that piqued the woman's interest. "What's so special about Deepfrost?" Letha had no idea what the seasons were like here, and had no idea that the fun in Torchline increased in the winter because most sailors were ported for the duration of the season. There was something about Letha that was sheltered, even innocent, but that is what happens when you grow up far away from any sort of large society. Letha, too, was always held close because of the disability she lived with in her past life -- the drinking, drugs, dancing, sex, all of it was foreign to the ascended woman.
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
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