(Night of the 5th of Summer, 511AV)
The sound was thunderous, a huge pounding sound that vibrated her whole bring. Risa had her eyes closed, blank to the world. Her eyes splintered open, letting light flood in as it did the small room she was in. The light pulsed and throbbed, distorting the sound into waves. No, not light. The flood of color had become a splash of water, slowly rising beyond her knees. Risa watched the water raise, flexing herself to swim. It had no temperature on her legs, but as the water reached her waste Risa dived in to acclimate herself better.
Water was everywhere. She felt like a spec and the could then see the hundreds of other specs around her. Little blips of color in the putrid sea, the blue color shifting to the rotten green of badly covered fruit. Each blip seemed to sparkle now, lighting up with internal fire. Risa opened her eyes wide as the blips each became a star above, and she found herself choking on the salty water around her.
Risa felt something on her back now, soft and smooth like sand. She struggled to reach the surface and draw another breath but it was mere inches above her face, so she coughed and choked water as she sat up. Risa looked out to sea from her seat, at the thick mist surrounding her and the boats showing their ghostly forms in the fog. She heard a voice screaming in the distance, a familiar and comfortable scream, panged with panic and urgency. "Reeeeeeessaaaaahhhh!!!! Reeeesssaaa!!!" The voice swelled and grew as the tide around her, flooding up higher than before. "Risa!" A sailboat appeared in the fog as well, much closer, and she could see the silhouettes of those shouting.
Risa stared at a painting now, standing in blackness at the scene before her. She could see herself back on the beach, but a younger her, just a girl i the eyes of the svefra, with the blackness and fog still surrounding her as the sailboat got closer. The forms within the boat couldn't be made out in the painting, but Risa looked closer regardless. The boat had reached the picture of Risa and hoisted the younger version that she stared at into the boat. As the boat was pulled onshore and out of sight Risa's hands traced the frame of the painting, feeling the bark it was made out of.
The bark against her hand was the trunk of a tree now, and the beach was behind her. Her mother had her other wrist tight, dragging Risa deeper into the forest. Her pod was around too, moving with her towards the fire. The voice of her mother rang in her ears, angry but hollow, missing words and most understanding. "...you! Did you forget the swimmi..." Risa looked down at herself, so was so young and this dress was so pretty. The sparkling light ahead gave her pause. Ooh, a bonfire? I can dance for the dumb grown-ups...
The next sight was a heavy axe, held tight in the streaming misty light of the forest. It seemed to be floating as Risa traced the handle, but when she turned to the axe head the tree it was firm in materialized. In fact her eyes now focused ahead; the fog morphed the frames of a dozen other trees reduced to stumps. A shrill whistle called through the trees, loud as a demon, the shriek making her want to cower. Risa ran now. I don't want to get caught messing with the axe!
Risa was above again, looking down through the brush and trees. The world was moving quickly below her and she could feel the ground beneath her feet, even though she wasn't touching it. Each footfall seemed confused, directionless, but the path the world moved in stayed perpendicular to the beach, not deeper into the forest. The vibrations of the dirt and the ground were thrilling feelings, like so little she had felt. Closing her eyes she now was running, moving through the trees like a dolphin through the sea, weaving in and out of the foliage.
There was a boy appearing through the trees and the fog, also away from his pod. He was cute and not much older than her, maybe 13 or 14. Risa grinned to herself, wishing the bird she had met was here with her. Her cheeks were red; she didn't get enough chances to talk to boys, let alone cute ones. He hadn't noticed her yet, or if he had he didn't turn when she had run in. Risa looked back at the forest, biting her lip. Her mother wouldn't find her this far out in the trees. "Hi!" she said, her cheerful voice cracking the silence of the forest. With the same word noise flooded into the forest, she could hear crickets and the shuffling of animals and laughter from the other svefra at the nearby beach.
She didn't want to be shy, not now. "I'm Risa! Who are you?"
The sound was thunderous, a huge pounding sound that vibrated her whole bring. Risa had her eyes closed, blank to the world. Her eyes splintered open, letting light flood in as it did the small room she was in. The light pulsed and throbbed, distorting the sound into waves. No, not light. The flood of color had become a splash of water, slowly rising beyond her knees. Risa watched the water raise, flexing herself to swim. It had no temperature on her legs, but as the water reached her waste Risa dived in to acclimate herself better.
Water was everywhere. She felt like a spec and the could then see the hundreds of other specs around her. Little blips of color in the putrid sea, the blue color shifting to the rotten green of badly covered fruit. Each blip seemed to sparkle now, lighting up with internal fire. Risa opened her eyes wide as the blips each became a star above, and she found herself choking on the salty water around her.
Risa felt something on her back now, soft and smooth like sand. She struggled to reach the surface and draw another breath but it was mere inches above her face, so she coughed and choked water as she sat up. Risa looked out to sea from her seat, at the thick mist surrounding her and the boats showing their ghostly forms in the fog. She heard a voice screaming in the distance, a familiar and comfortable scream, panged with panic and urgency. "Reeeeeeessaaaaahhhh!!!! Reeeesssaaa!!!" The voice swelled and grew as the tide around her, flooding up higher than before. "Risa!" A sailboat appeared in the fog as well, much closer, and she could see the silhouettes of those shouting.
Risa stared at a painting now, standing in blackness at the scene before her. She could see herself back on the beach, but a younger her, just a girl i the eyes of the svefra, with the blackness and fog still surrounding her as the sailboat got closer. The forms within the boat couldn't be made out in the painting, but Risa looked closer regardless. The boat had reached the picture of Risa and hoisted the younger version that she stared at into the boat. As the boat was pulled onshore and out of sight Risa's hands traced the frame of the painting, feeling the bark it was made out of.
The bark against her hand was the trunk of a tree now, and the beach was behind her. Her mother had her other wrist tight, dragging Risa deeper into the forest. Her pod was around too, moving with her towards the fire. The voice of her mother rang in her ears, angry but hollow, missing words and most understanding. "...you! Did you forget the swimmi..." Risa looked down at herself, so was so young and this dress was so pretty. The sparkling light ahead gave her pause. Ooh, a bonfire? I can dance for the dumb grown-ups...
The next sight was a heavy axe, held tight in the streaming misty light of the forest. It seemed to be floating as Risa traced the handle, but when she turned to the axe head the tree it was firm in materialized. In fact her eyes now focused ahead; the fog morphed the frames of a dozen other trees reduced to stumps. A shrill whistle called through the trees, loud as a demon, the shriek making her want to cower. Risa ran now. I don't want to get caught messing with the axe!
Risa was above again, looking down through the brush and trees. The world was moving quickly below her and she could feel the ground beneath her feet, even though she wasn't touching it. Each footfall seemed confused, directionless, but the path the world moved in stayed perpendicular to the beach, not deeper into the forest. The vibrations of the dirt and the ground were thrilling feelings, like so little she had felt. Closing her eyes she now was running, moving through the trees like a dolphin through the sea, weaving in and out of the foliage.
There was a boy appearing through the trees and the fog, also away from his pod. He was cute and not much older than her, maybe 13 or 14. Risa grinned to herself, wishing the bird she had met was here with her. Her cheeks were red; she didn't get enough chances to talk to boys, let alone cute ones. He hadn't noticed her yet, or if he had he didn't turn when she had run in. Risa looked back at the forest, biting her lip. Her mother wouldn't find her this far out in the trees. "Hi!" she said, her cheerful voice cracking the silence of the forest. With the same word noise flooded into the forest, she could hear crickets and the shuffling of animals and laughter from the other svefra at the nearby beach.
She didn't want to be shy, not now. "I'm Risa! Who are you?"