¿ªÔÆÌåÓý(Gen) Water.? She was in water, Gen realized dimly, her thoughts still fuzzy and scrambled.? Slowly but surely, her senses began telling her things.? She was deep in water, judging by the pressure and the lack of light.? Breathing the water, judging by the way her gills had emerged and functioning properly.? Sea water.? Dirty sea water, from all the gunk her gills were having to filter out.? So, the bay. Somewhere in the bay.? Sinking slowly towards the bottom. ? The androgyne tested her hands and feet.? The webbing that helped her swim had also emerged, but her movements were jerky and awkward.? She felt... scrambled... inside.? Something had hit her.? She remembered a crackling and a bright flash, and then convulsing, falling helplessly through the air towards the dark water below.? Something had hit her. Lightning?? It would explain a lot.? Her being knocked out of the air, her difficulty thinking and moving, the jumbled, jangled up feeling in her limbs that was making even the simplest attempts at movement efforts of sheer will. ? Slowly, painfully, she began making her way to the surface. As she rose from the depths, a small amount of light, perceivable only because of her enhanced visual capability, began to emerge around her. ? Too much for starlight.? A full or partial moon perhaps? Finally her head broke through the surface of the water. Luckily the bay was calm and she was able to see around her.? The lights of the city on the shore, the smaller lights of ships moving through the harbor. Overhead, a crescent moon shone over the bay.? And in the dim distance, the ghostly pale outline of the lighthouse, perched on its island near the harbor entrance. It took what felt like hours to make her way to the island, though how much actual time was involved, she had no idea.? Pulling herself up on the rocky base was even harder than swimming, her muscles and joints screaming in protest.? Her body was doing its best to repair itself, but she'd never been hit this hard before. She collapsed halfway out of the water, breathing hard until she remembered to shift back to land-mode and her gills and webbing disappeared. She managed to make it to the door at the base of the lighthouse, but found it locked.? She rarely used it, after all, preferring to fly in and out from the balcony windows just below the lamp-room.? But flying was out of the question at the moment. Here was good, she thought wearily as she stretched out on the steps before the door, resting her cheek on the cold wet stone.? She'd just rest here.? Just for a minute.? Then she'd... do something.? Yeah. ? Then she'd... Darkness again. Tag - open |
