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Day 16: Storm

The waves were rough and choppy, they typically were in the oceans of Khre-Salis, as Isiri rode along the flow of one with little effort. She was following Powder, who was reaching high speeds on her sailboard, hands gripping tightly to the curved metal of the sail support. It was at a good clip too, but not so fast to outmatch the mermaid, who had been loosely rolling along in the created pressure wave. It wasn’t much, especially since she was just longer than the length of Powder’s whole board, but enough to keep her from having to maintain any real effort to keep up with her. The bigger issue was keeping away from the board’s bottom fins, she had already knocked Powder over once by flexing her tail too hard.

They had been moving along for some time, simply enjoying the perpetual sunset that Khre-Salis’s permanently locked sky offered, when Powder pulled back on her sail suddenly. The force caused her board to brake; nearly knocking her off balance. She recovered in just the nick of time, sliding her leg down and eventually stooping low into a kneeling position. “Ah shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Isiri stuck her head out above the surface, closing her auxiliary gills tight so that her voice would carry forward and over the din of the sea. Taking a quick look around, nothing seemed awry.

“The clouds.” Powder adjusted her legs as she spoke, shifting sideways to face Isiri. “Looks like a storm’s rolling in.” A slight hint of panic entered her tone as her eyes darted from the horizon to the sky, to the flickering lights of Sequence Charter, only a small dot in the distance. “Fuck, there’s no way we’re gonna make it back in time.”

Following her gaze, Isiri too looked at the clouds. They were grey, rolling as quickly as the waves below them. It would be a nasty one, she could taste it in the water. Most of the already scarce ocean life had already begun to go deeper. These signs had been apparent for a while, and her mind swirled lightly at the notion that Powder hadn’t realized it. “Oh, it’s been on the horizon a long time. Seems like it’ll thrash a whole lot.”

Powder had begun gnawing on her lip as she considered her options. “Winds’ll rip up real bad. It’ll tear a hole clear through my sail, knock me flat into the water. Let’s see if Torroid is free…” Her hand pressed against her hip, slipping into the sole pocket on her wetsuit. Her face dropped. “Aaaand I left my communicator at the lab. Great.”

Smiling gently, Isiri took Powder’s hand in her own. “It’ll be okay.” She squeezed gently. “You have some time yet, let’s just keep going. And should worse come to worse, I’ll protect you.”

Powder sucked in a deep breath and squeezed back. “Right. We’re just wasting time out here.”

Isiri stuck her tongue out, lighting the lure on the tip of it playfully. “Come on! I’ll race you all the way back. Loser has to catch the other a fish.”

In a flash, Isiri dove deep, feeling the direction of the swell and the ocean’s reaction to the storm. Her caudal fin pressed hard, moving along with the current to head back towards Sequence Charter. She could see the shadow of Powder’s board on the surface above. Her speed was increasing, but it wouldn’t be enough. Isiri sucked in a fresh mouthful of water and began to sing softly. It didn’t need to be loud, just strong. She could feel the notes get carried by the sea, traveling swiftly through the medium as they spread in all directions. The world in front of her vanished for a moment, zooming out and up into the sky and into the winds. A current lifted from the deep, rolling and pushing ever so slightly against the warp of the storm cell. It was slight, but it would be enough.

Vision came back to her eyes, and Isiri swam faster, realizing that she had fallen behind she folded her arms tight to recover speed. Power coursed through her, and she breached the surface just behind Powder, blowing a kiss quickly as she returned below. Powder grinned wide, gripping tight against her sailboard. “So that’s how it’s gonna be?”

Isiri burbled with delight. The two kept even pace, trading back and forth against each other as they closed the distance to town. Stopping short as the shore crept up, Isiri lifted her head above water to make sure that Powder made it to shore safely. Flushing out her gills with relief, the first drops of rain began to fall as lightning flashed across the sky. She slumped over slightly, suddenly tired as the currents sank back to their proper places. “You did it, you made it.”

Powder panted slightly, holding her hand over her chest. “Yeah. Did you see how fast we were going?!”

“Mm, that was the fastest I’ve seen you go.” Isiri mused softly as she collected a new bubble of sea water. “We should get you inside. It’s only going to get worse.”

“Right.” Powder shook her head back to focus. “Weird how the wind picked up but the storm slowed down. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Isiri smiled knowingly. “The Abyss moves unpredictably.”

“Heh, maybe.” Taking her girlfriend’s hand, Powder smiled gently. “I guess I owe you a fish, huh?”

The mermaid’s eyes lit up. “Yep! That you do!”

(OC-tober prompts by @oc-tober2023 can be found here. Powder belongs to @gi-ie-ru.)