[ SWIM ] : for your muse to throw mine into the sea
(OOC: you are EVIL)
Why, oh why, did she have any reason to be at the docks.
If there was one large weakness for her, the water was one. The skies were so much easier to navigate; the flow and range was second nature to her now. Her small, frail body made it much easier to sail the skies than the seas. The water...
The water made her fur unbelievably heavy, pulling her down with exceptional weight. The waves were much stronger than her, quickly exhausting what little strength she had.
She was a yordle build to be light and speedy—quick on her toes and fast to react. Her endurance was built to fly, not strength for lifting, nor for swimming the deep.
So why, oh why, did she head towards that unknown abyss too close. Why, did she not see the shadows lurking beneath. Why did she not react fast enough when something mysteriously grabbed onto her leg and pulled her in.
Why was the water claiming her now?
As soon as her body hit the waves, she quickly began to thrash about, desperately reaching for her glider to push her back above. Yet whatever grasped onto her limbs would not release. Panic set in...