Floating above the Veiled Sea was frightening, and being frightened was comforting. Maevrim kept on her back, her ears below the water to dampen any noises except the currents. She blocked out the voices in her head, trying to achieve peace for a few moments.1
She felt exposed, vulnerable--not knowing what was going on in the depths below her, nor hearing the world above the water. Out of control, frightened...peaceful and exhilarating at once.2
A chill wind blew across her exposed face and breasts; she shivered and relished the feeling. She stretched, arching her back and ignoring the twinge of pain in her stomach--the scar was forced to stretch more than was comfortable. Curling around herself a moment, she spun underneath the water to swim swiftly back to shore.3
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