10-14-2018, 07:01 PM
Kypria has just gotten her fins to lie flat against her sides when she sees something from the corner of her eye. Before she can turn, something large and dark is flying toward her, and the white filly is once more plunged into the water. It has been made murky by the flurry of movement, and when the purple-haired filly emerges the second time she is wearing a lily pad between her ears, and its long root trails down her neck.
"Wha..." The noise is more splutter than speech, and Kypria spits a mouthful of muddy water from her mouth.
There is an equally wet stranger in front of her, gasping like a fish above water. The white filly recognizes the wide-eye stare and without thinking tells him: "Put your head down. You gotta get all the water outta your throat. Big breath. Deep breath." She repeats the instructions her mother had given her, rephrased in the way she'd understood them. There was never any danger of her drowning, she'd been assured, but it was good to know how to save others.
Kypria had never understood why her mother had been so adament in her lessons, so firm that knowing how not to drown was vital. For the first time she appreciates this, even as she rids herself of the last of the water that pools in the soft pink of her nose with a sharp sneeze. This flings the lilypad forward and into the water will a dull splat! that might have been funny if Kypria weren't knee deep in gross water and accompanied by a boy who would not be safe in a bathtub.
"Wha..." The noise is more splutter than speech, and Kypria spits a mouthful of muddy water from her mouth.
There is an equally wet stranger in front of her, gasping like a fish above water. The white filly recognizes the wide-eye stare and without thinking tells him: "Put your head down. You gotta get all the water outta your throat. Big breath. Deep breath." She repeats the instructions her mother had given her, rephrased in the way she'd understood them. There was never any danger of her drowning, she'd been assured, but it was good to know how to save others.
Kypria had never understood why her mother had been so adament in her lessons, so firm that knowing how not to drown was vital. For the first time she appreciates this, even as she rids herself of the last of the water that pools in the soft pink of her nose with a sharp sneeze. This flings the lilypad forward and into the water will a dull splat! that might have been funny if Kypria weren't knee deep in gross water and accompanied by a boy who would not be safe in a bathtub.