Tell Me More, Tell Me More ~*~ [Attic]
@castawayeric
Attina had gone down to the lake. It was early in the morning, the sky a dusky pink and purple, orange just barely starting to bleed into the palette as she stood on the bank, stripping off her clothes and tucking them behind a rock. There was no one around this early, Attina made sure of it, before she dove into the water, transforming as soon as she it the water.
She needed the release, and the secret pool in the house wasn’t going to do it. She needed the murky waters, the smell of algae in her nose, the particles in the water brushing against her skin--she wanted to say hello to the fish and the otters and the turtles.
It felt wonderful, and she swam the length of the lake once, and then again. By the time she finished her second lap, heading back towards the place she’d stashed her clothes, the sun was more orange than pink, and it glinted off her lovely orange scales.
And then, there was a figure standing on the bank--and it looked like, to her, from this distance, that he was going through her purse. Her credit card was in there and her social security card! And her entire life, basically. Daddy would kill her if she lost those.
“Hey!” she called, “put those down!” Her cheeks were a lovely dark red as she hovered with just her collarbone showing above the water, staying transformed for the moment because it was easier to tread the water that way.
This was (shocker) not the first time this had happened, Attina was not panicking--yet.