Apr 30, 2015
A truth that few mortals grasp is that all currents lead somewhere, eventually. A wave that started in Malaysia can join the riotous swell of the ocean only to crest off the coast of New England. And so too can people.
All it takes is a little searching, a little time to find that perfect current. Lin darts into the fray of a familiar eddy, matching pace with the titanous ebb and flow of ancient currents. Sparks of magic flake like dust motes off their skin, twirling brightly and blinking out as they swim further. Faster.
They arrive hours late but sated, gorged on tasty fish by the time they flop onto shore. Four burning eyes open, combing the beach for their hostess. But more importantly, a cat.
