TigerLily's Lagoon

[tigerlilyxx]

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If you follow a path in the woods, you come out at the most peculiar place. What makes it peculiar? Well, who would expect a lagoon in the middle of the woods? White water raining down from above creating ripples in the shimmering green water of the pool. A few high rocks to stand on, a few deep places to swim. The water’s lovely, dive on in.

A sign’s posted off to the side, on a short little wooden shaft. “TigerLily’s Lagoon” it reads. And that’s exactly what you’ve found.

Around the edges of the water, luscious green grass speckled with pretty wild flowers, and a few barren patches, the ground soft and brown and welcoming of anyone in need of a place to rest.

One particular patch seems already taken, and, in fact, it is. A blanket covers the bare dirt, a few pillows lay on it. Above hangs a rather impressively constructed canopy of vines and grass, keeping the sun off of the space. Her home away from home.

Some things are carved into trees, others into the ground. Just little thoughts and notes as they come to her written in the nearest available space.

If you follow the path in the woods, just right, you come out at the most peculiar place.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Story Ideas

I think story ideas will go here as they come to me.

• So, I have an idea, it's not very formed and it's quite malleable if anyone turns out to be interested, but it's basically the following:
  Big city girl moves to somewhere down south, a rural community in the middle of nowhere. She meets a man (maybe two brothers, like I said, it's malleable) and finds him extremely attractive and engaging. They end up alone together, maybe he takes her out into the woods to teach her hunting, and he takes advantage of her. I was thinking non-con for this, but it can work different ways. Really, what I want out of the story is the big city girl meets dominant southern man who has his way with her in some way or another...
  
• I want to do something with this. It's not set in modern times, although when it is set, exactly, I'm not sure. A time where swords were useful and master wasn't just a sexual term. My thoughts for it are as follows: The man returns, as predicted, but with his master, a man who doesn't back down, and goes through with the sword fight, and wins. He spares his life only at the promise that Alice will go with him. What she doesn't realize is that she'll never be given the chance to return. I was thinking the man was a pirate, but as I wrote it, I realized that he doesn't have to be. So, there's wiggle room. But I really do want to do something with that story.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Reserved some more.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

And again.

 

[thestruggle]

sneaks down the path wearing a dark blue bikini, her red hair falling over her shoulders. She looks around with a broad grin. She smells like sunscreen--has to, otherwise she'll burn to a fucking crisp! Skipping over to the edge of the lagoon, she dips in a toe with a pretty red toenail and flicks water over the surface. Ripples cascade across, rings spreading.

Not bad, she calls out. I brought you something. I think it suits you. Little 'welcome home' present.

she is holding a scroll in her hand, white and tidy. Shyly, she unfurls it, and heads over to the sign to tack it up.

Don't get used to it! she warns, wagging a finger. I'm still a grouch.

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[tigerlilyxx]

Hears a voice calling to her and pops out from behind the trees where she'd been collecting flowers. Her own red hair is up in a messy bun, the golden tips glinting in the sun, her bangs pushed behind her ear. A white tank top covers her torso, the orange of her bikini showing through.

She smiles widely as she sees the present, and then turns to the beautiful present giver. She grins mischievously, pulling her top off, and runs toward her as she finishes tacking it up. She grabs her, making sure to get a good grip, before pulling her into the cool water.

She pushes herself to the surface, padding her feet, and grins.

I love it.

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress moves quickly and easily through the woods, at home with the way forests feel. White an blue men's board shorts ride dangerously low on narrow hip, a black bikini top, leaving pale skin to bask in the warmth of the sun. She forgets sunscreen....which she shouldn't because her skin is vulnerable to it, but it always skips her mind. She pushes into the clearing and smiled at the pretty women. Sunglasses shield her eyes and she waves, not crossing the clearing. She always seeks an invitation.

Hey, pretty ladies. I'm sorry I don't have a gift for you, Lily. But I will offer my life guarding services to compensate.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Hazel eyes turn to greet the pretty Tigress, gold flecks glinting in the sunlight. A warm smile lights up her face. A hand raises to wave, and she falters, not being a talented enough swimmer to manage, and she drops it back into the water.

Don't apologize! You're always welcome. A life guard would definitely be most useful. I certainly couldn't do it.

She swims to the edge and heaves herself out, water pouring off of her, dripping down her body. She pulls her hair out of the bun and braids it quickly, draping it over her shoulder. Eyes glancing around, darting from trees and leaves to patches of grass.

There's still more I want to do to this place. I feel like there are things I'm forgetting.

 

[thestruggle]

her eyes widen as the bratface girl slips off her top. She backs up a step or two.

Hey now! Hey--!

a loud squeal as they rocket into the water.

SPLASH.

She surges to the surface, tosses her hair around in a wide, wet arc and glares at Lily. Her hands make large circles in the water, feet peddling, treading in the liquid embrace. The sun glints on their skin and reflects off the water, glowing ripples on their skin.

You're terrible. I'm glad you like it.

she shades her eyes and looks towards the trees, seeing the approach of a beautiful Tigress. Grinning she follows Lily to the edge, holding out a hand when she falters--

Gotcha!

--and then dragging herself out to sit on the edge, sniffing, shaking and fluffing out her drenched hair.

Hi, gorgeous, she says to Tigress, smiling. She leans back, hands dampening the sun-baked warmth of the rock. Love your shorts.

she raises an eyebrow at the pretty lady and bites her lip, tilting her head. Laughs. She then looks around with Lily, the blue of her bikini dark against her skin.

Uh, chairs? Food? Where are all your chips? Heh.

 

[IvoryTigress]

Hazel eyes turn to greet the pretty Tigress, gold flecks glinting in the sunlight. A warm smile lights up her face. A hand raises to wave, and she falters, not being a talented enough swimmer to manage, and she drops it back into the water.

Don't apologize! You're always welcome. A life guard would definitely be most useful. I certainly couldn't do it.

She swims to the edge and heaves herself out, water pouring off of her, dripping down her body. She pulls her hair out of the bun and braids it quickly, draping it over her shoulder. Eyes glancing around, darting from trees and leaves to patches of grass.

There's still more I want to do to this place. I feel like there are things I'm forgetting.

The Tigress smiles and steps into the clearing. A long and limber form kicks off black tennis shoes and socks, leaving them in her wake as she stepped up to the beautiful woman before her. She leaned down, pressing a feather light kiss to her cheek.

Good thing water is my element, love. I'm one of the strongest swimmers you'll meet. And I'm trained. This place will become what you want over time. There is no rush.

And with that, she smirks...side steps a pretty lady and horizontal dives into the water....streamline form cutting through the surface effortlessly to disappear within the blue...

 

[tigerlilyxx]

I get all the pretty ladies!

A laugh and a playful smile as she looks at the two of them, knowing her words will make the Tigress blush.

It's the wilderness! We have no chairs!

She motions to a large rock, well, boulder, more like, with a relatively flat top.

There's a seat.

A soft blush at the kiss, and a smile, turning her attention to the lithe figure as she dives into the water, elegant and smooth movements before she disappears. Turning back to Tess, she looks at her for a moment, trying to remember what she'd asked for.

Oh. Food. Right!

She moves back to her area, looking around for a moment, before moving out of site, behind a few trees, her short legs moving swiftly, almost gracefully, over the terrain. A practiced movement from years of hiking.

Looking up, she stands on her toes and reaches for a rope tied around a trunk. She loosens the knot and holds the rope, letting the other end lower itself to the ground. She reties it, not wanting to have to climb the tree and set up the whole system again, before moving to what fell. She frees the large bag and lugs it back to the women, dropping it at Tess's feet.

Food galore!

She beams proudly.

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress finally surfaces, after what may have been an uncomfortable amount of time. She shakes her head, brunette tresses locked in a ponytail, as always. The sunglasses were still on her face, the gray plastic ones that hugged her face and cupped her eyes so she didn't lose them in the water or up on the guard stand. She threaded water for a few minutes, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the two women on the rocks. She smiled at a pretty Tess.

Hey, pretty lady. And yes...my shorts rock.

Her grin was a knowing one, holding just a momet before her body cut through the water like a knife. She was born to be in the water and it showed. There was a rarely seen confidence in her movements, only adding to the package of the athleticism. She reachedthe edge and with a simple flex of muscled shoulders and triceps, that lithe frame was pulled onto the rock. She laid on her back, arms and legs all sprawled out, content to feel the heat of the rock beneath her and the warmth of the sun above her. Sunlight glittered along the beads of water sliding down cut muscle.

I....I think you will be seeing me here a lot, pretty Lily....

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Hey eyes follow the movement in the water, glimpses of a body just below the surface, and then they're gone. For a moment she wonders how long she can stay under, and then she pops up, sunglasses still on her face. Impressive. Her body moved through the water with such grace, a thought comes to her mind.

I think I'm gonna start calling you a mermaid.

She watches the sunlight dancing on the water droplets that cling to her skin, mesmerizing. At her words, she smiles.

You are always more than welcome. A place like this is meant to be shared, I think, with wonderful people.

Her gaze turns back to the water and she watches the ripples, eyes moving from rock to rock, pausing on the deep water, appreciating the change in color, the many shades that water seems able to take on, the many ways it can capture or evade the light, as if it has a mind of its own, only doing what it wishes.

 

[thestruggle]

she leans back idly, watching Lily run over to work her wilderness storage system. Her red toenails glint in the light, dipping in and out of the water. Tilting her head back she catches the sun on her face and throat, hazel eyes closing. Blissful.

One eye peeks slowly open, a window shade over hazel--the Tigress slices into the pool, her body a perfect display of vitality and gorgeous fitness. Grinning she lays back on the rock completely, her hands covering her blush of glee. She rolls onto her side and props herself up with an elbow, watching, waiting. When Tigress resurfaces she applauds, small hands clapping together quietly.

That was thoroughly enjoyable, dollface.

she eyes her as she pulls herself out.

And I'm with Lily--

a laugh as the aforementioned Lily drops the bag and sits.

A place like this is meant to be shared. Thanks for sharing it with us, sweetpea.

she arches her back up off the rock, pushing up with her hands, straightening. Smooching both of the pretty girls on the cheek she strolls to the bag, digging around, looking for peaches.

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress felt Tess shift in the rock, her shadow casting down over her as she lowered for a friendly kiss. But the Tigress was in the mood to create ripples. So, she turned her head just as those lips came down. Instead of finding a cheek, lips met lips. Held just a moment. Two. Then she let her head fall back against the rock, a curious gaze studying the woman closely as she got up to find food.

Her own stomach growled, but she ignored it, as she did more times than not. Instead, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the sun on her pale skin. She would burn, but that was alright with her. She had been cold for so long. She wanted to be warm, feverishly so. She spoke without openin her gaze.

Even if it is meant to be shared, who you share it with is important. So, I appreciate that you would let me come here.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Eyes watching movements out of the corner of her eyes, somehow managing to focus on the water and then women at the same time. Finally turned to watch Tess as she moves, kissing her on the cheek, and blushes lightly. Then to the mermaid, lips meeting lips, and she smiles, watching Tess's face as she pulls away. Her eyes follow her as she goes through the bag, wondering what she's looking for. She nods at the words from both women, smiling once again.

No, thank you for showing up. It's true, it's all about who you share it with. I couldn't think of two people I'd want to share with more.

For a moment, she thinks of sunscreen as she watches the woman bathing in the sun. Something she never uses, even though she ought. She has none, hates the feeling of it on her skin, on her hands, never quite coming off. The thought passes and she glances at the path that leads to her hidden place and wonders who else, if any, may find them.

She moves to the rock she'd pointed out earlier, the one Tess had just risen from, and slides herself onto it, loving the heat on her skin, making sure to leave room for Tess's return.

 

[thestruggle]

when her lips meet those of the Tigress, her mouth widens under their light pressure. Smiling into the kiss, only briefly, feeling the coolness of the water still gathered on the softness of her skin. Reaching a hand slowly to the pretty woman's face, cupping a cheek, feeling water bead under her finger tips. Delicious. As Tigress pulls away, she sighs, then she murmurs,

Thank you.

Moving away, digging through the bag of food, she glances up with a smile on her face every so often, watching the girls sun themselves. She lifts out three peaches victoriously, comparing the velvety skin of the fruit to that of the women on the rock, her own body. Warm and inviting.

This is her kind of place.

She settles down on the rock again, setting a peach by each girl, to eat or not as they choose. She bites into her own, white teeth sinking into the firm cleft, juice running onto her chin.

Argh, fucking peach!

she wipes off her mouth and settles back on one elbow, watching the water and listening to the quiet sounds of nature echoing around them. Eats some more peach, swallows.

Where else would we go, Lily? On a safari? Visit the Arctic forest?

 

[tigerlilyxx]

She smiles at the peach, shaking her head. Not to say no, but at the thought running through it.

That's my granny. Always trying to make me healthy.

She picks up the peach, small fingers spreading, holding it. She looks at it, turning it in her hand, checking for bruises, before lifting it to her mouth and taking a bite. Teeth sink, pulling the flesh away from the whole, and she lowers the peach, smiling at Tess. She swallows, then speaks, laughing at her friend's words.

Thank you. It's delicious.

She takes another bite, carefully, knowing her tendency to make a mess of food. Chews, savoring the sweet taste before swallowing again. She thinks for a moment, staring a the water.

A safari, definitely. I don't know much about the world, or places worth visiting. But we should go everywhere!

She chews on her lip for a moment before taking another bite of the peach. Soft, juicy, sweet. Delicious.

One of my best friend's here wants to be an "international hobo" when she graduates. Visit everywhere, roam from country to country, seeing everything. Sounds like fun.

 

[IvoryTigress]

A bit intrigued by the reaction, she tilts her head to the side a bit, watching a Tess rummaged through the bad of snacks. Her skin was still warm from where he beauty had touched her and she ran her tongue across her bottom lip. With a slight smirk, she rested back against the rock, turning her face up toward the sun, closed her eyes. The lenses wouldn't offer much protection if she was looking straight at it. Her left arm dangled off the rock, fingertips teasing the surface of the water. She heard Tess set the peach beside her. Maybe she'd have it later. For the moment, she let herself relax into the setting....to just....be. It was a place that suited her and she had every intention of favoring every moment she was there.

She heard the adorable chatter to the side of her. A soft smile came across her features. She almost joined the conversation, but the water at her fingertips called to her. When she had the opportunity, she always answered such a call. Without another word, she rolled off the rock, her body falling into the warm arms of the lagoon. She sank down lower, several seconds of just being in the water. It was quiet. Endlessly so. Peaceful and slow. Suspension. When her lungs began to burn uncomfortably, she swam to the surface. She shook her head to clear her eyes and took off in a swim. The pace, to her, was lazy. But it was powerful and steady and she just enjoyed it as she began to make laps around the many different shades of color in the water.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

A smile as the woman vanishes once again into the water, and then she raises herself up, walking to where her stuff sits, short legs moving with a grace that is rarely seen in her, no stumbling on roots, no tripping over her own feet. Fluid movements, sidestepping the rocks, planting her feet when she needs to, sliding them when it's more effective. She sits, pulls a trunk to her that seems to have appeared over night. Brown, old, and covered in dirt, it looks like it doesn't belong in such a wild yet beautiful setting. It doesn't fit. The scratches and water marks make it look uncared for, though that's far from the truth. She unlatches it, and sits on her knees as she opens it, pushing herself up to peer over the worn edge. She digs around until she finds what she's looking for and pulls out a notebook.

Unlike the trunk, the notebook looks quite loved. Little doodles and designs cover the front, all sorts of colors and inks. She closes the trunk and sits back, pulling a pen out of the binding, flipping the notebook open, and begins to read, occasionally marking things, crossing things out. Messing with old writings, trying to better them. One, in particular, catches her attention. She toys with it, works with it, switching words around, removing sentences here, adding sentences there, until, finally, she feels satisfied with it.

He came up behind her, wrapped his arm around her neck and pressed himself to her, forcing her chest out. He pulled his body back just enough to wrench back her hands and stuff them between his stomach and her back. She responded with a sharp intake of breath, struggling to get free. His lips found her ear.

“You've misbehaved,” he growled, his hot breath on her ear. “Someone needs to teach you a lesson.” His free hand pulled up her shirt with one swift movement, and he purred happily as he saw her bare chest. “No bra?” he teased, his hand coming up to cup her full chest. She squirmed again, trying desperately to get free. “You’re a nasty little slut, aren't you?” His hand then slid down her flat stomach and under her short skirt. He felt her moist underwear and grinned. “Oh? You’re wet? You little whore.” He toyed with her, massaging her through the fabric, and grew harder with each time she squirmed against him. He pushed aside the fabric and slid two fingers into her moist cunt. He listened to her moan softly as he fucked her with his fingers, sliding a third in. She groaned loudly. She was so tight, his third finger barely fit. It must have hurt, but she moaned as he worked it in. Tears ran down her face, though. She thought she didn't want what was coming to her. He grinned and bit down on her neck as he felt her tighten around him in orgasm. He didn't stop moving for a second.

When she relaxed her muscles he let go of her and tossed her to the floor. He reached down and slid his pants off, his boxers leaving with them. Then he pulled her up by her hair until she was level with his throbbing cock. “Be a good little whore and suck. You bite, I’ll make you wish you’d never been born.” He reached down and grabbed her, forcing her mouth open and stuffing his cock in. He slammed it as far in as it would go, pushing her head down on him. He groaned loudly and began moving his hips, thrusting into her mouth. His grip on her hair got tighter as he fucked her face. He buried his cock in her, forcing his entire length into her, making her swallow him. He groaned loudly again, it felt too good, and the look on her face, her eyes watering as his cock was buried in her throat, was perfect. “Yeh, you like that cock inside of you, don’t you, you little whore?” Finally, he pulled her off of him and threw her over the arm of the couch. She barely had time to get her hands up before her face hit the cushion.

He was on her again, one hand on her back, keeping her down as she tried desperately to get up. He reached around her and pulled her shirt off of her, despite her struggling. He then grabbed her hands, pulling them behind her once more, and tied them together with her own shirt. Her skirt was up, revealing her firm, round ass. He ripped off her soaked panties, taking in her scent. He was in her in seconds, filling her tight cunt. She screamed, and he grinned.

“No,” she said, exhausted. He ignored her pleas and slid out, then back in, fucking her wet hole, using her body like she deserved.

“You need to learn your lesson, whore,” he told her as he fucked her, harder and harder, slamming into her. “If you think you can steal from me, then I’ll steal your cunt from you.” He pulled her up to him by her hair and growled into her ear. “You’re mine, you little whore. My own little fucktoy. I’m gonna use you however I want, whenever I want, and you’re going to love it. Because that’s what you like, isn't it? That’s what a little slut like you deserves.” He threw her back onto the couch, not ceasing his movement for even a second. He pounded harder and harder into her. He could hear her cries turning into moans and felt her body tensing. “You want to cum all over my cock, don’t you?” When she finally came, he couldn't hold back any longer. Her cunt tightening around him, milking him of his seed was too much. He shot his load deep into her cunt, groaning as he did. When he was empty he pulled out and stood over her, admiring his work. He watched his cum dripping down her leg, her body, exhausted, lying on the couch’s arm, shaking.

“Say thank you,” he told her, knowing she’d loved every second of what had just transpired.

“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you, Sir.”

 

[tigerlilyxx]

She pads down the path, her movements swift and determined. As she reaches her haven, she sighs, and pulls off her shirt, then her pants, before diving into the water. She closes her eyes, lets the cool water surround her, and waits until her lungs burn. When she can't take it anymore, she kicks herself to the surface, breaking the water, and gasps for air. She treads, looking up at the night sky, and bites her bottom lip.

She dips back under, repeats the process. Waiting until she craves air the most before allowing herself to breath again. Again, and again. Until she can't anymore. She forces herself to the edge, and heaves herself out, laying on the bare earth, feet dangling in the water as she looks up a the stars.

She makes a wish upon the brightest. Closes her eyes. And there she lies. Focusing on that wish. Focusing on that thought, that feeling. She chews her lip again, putting one hand on her stomach as she breaths, and changes her focus to her deep intake of breath until only her chest rises and her stomach barely moves.

Another night, just the same as so many before it. And for a moment, she wonders how many more like it there will be. The moment lingers, stays on her mind like a guest overstaying his welcome. Her eyes open again, and she stares at the sky, dreaming of a different world, a different life. She looks around. Her sanctuary. A place to feel safe.

The thoughts hit her, despite herself. The reasons she never lets herself have a moment without distractions, the reasons she hates going to sleep. The thought bombard her, one after another, racing through her mind without a care of what they're doing to her. She closes her eyes, tries to rid herself of them, but it doesn't work. Slowly, she sits herself up and drops back into the water, letting the coolness surround her. And she swims. She lets herself feel free, pretends she had no worries in the world. Her movement are choppy, with no fluidity, no grace. But she moves, and the water welcomes her. Until she can't move anymore, she swims. And then she pulls herself to the edge once more, and lazily heaves herself onto the ground.

She lets her eyes close one last time as she turn on her side, curls up, and falls asleep to the sounds of nature, the crisp air biting at her skin.

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress slipped out of the lounge, finding her way to the woods surrounding a friend's lagoon. She never did we'll in crowds, and she didn't quite feel like playing a wallflower today. So, she found her way to one of the places she knew would welcome her presence. The place suited her and she enjoyed being there.

A stick or a rock would bite into her bare feet every now and then, but she sisnt't mind too much. Soon she was in the clearing, the sun shining down warmly on her. She turned her face to the sun, closing her eyes to just enjoy the heat of it. She missed the warmth of summer. She missed it a great deal. So, she stood, savored. Existed. The lagoon was quiet. It was a nice retreat, the silence. Her mind wa always busy. If a story wasn't racing through it faster than her hand could write, there was work and finances and little day to day neuances filling it. And there were the voices, but she could keep them hidden in the back....most of the time....if she tried hard enough....at least, that's what she told herself.

With no one else in the space, she did what anyone would do....The black bikini top came off. The blue and white board shorts almost did, too, but there were whispers just loud enough to make her change her mind about them. She kicked off into a light jog, and once she hit the water's edge, she dove in. One, smooth, crisp line. She stayed under, listening to the deafening silence beneath the water until her lungs burned and that panicking sensation started to surge through her system. But she controlled it. She was rather good at it. Kicking up to the surface, she shook her head and began her laps, wanting nothing more than the feel of her body slicing through the crystal blue lagoon..

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Shoe covered feet pad down the path, a small smile on her face as she walks, noticing a difference in the place, a guest had been by. She wonders if the guest is still around. As she reaches the water, she looks around and then closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, loving the smell of the open water, the nature. Her eyes open, she looks around again, and shrugs, moving to blanket laying under the canopy.

Shoes slide off, pants following, a black and white spotted bikini coming into a view. She moves to the edge and dips her legs in, smiling at the cool water. She loved it here, whether she felt like she belonged or not. Nature always welcomed her, even if the water didn't. She listened to the sounds, the wind, the animals, and laughed to herself. So many memories in places like these, it seemed fitting that this is where she'd claim her space.

The barely there fabric of her cover-up slips off, and she lays back against the bare ground, feet kicking in the seemingly multicolored water, content.

 

[IvoryTigress]

Not terribly far from where the lagoon's owner had come to rest, several large, flat boulders down, the Tigress was laying on her stomach, her head resting on folded arms. Still bare chested, her board shorts were damp, but not soaked, still clinging to her legs. She breathed slow and steady, the rhythmic pace of one who had fallen asleep a bit ago. She had apparently taken enough trust in the space around her to fall asleep there, and be content to stay until the morning...

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Feet find a path, not the usual one, but one much less traversed, and hit it rhythmically, each step soft and graceful, practiced. Uneven ground is where she can walk, it's normal, flat ground that she can't handle. A rock jutting out of the ground turns into a stepping stone, a random branch turns into a handhold. Walking in the woods is easy, and she always loves it.

She reaches the clearing, book still tucked under her arms, and looks around, taking in the night sky, the stars shining bright, something she doesn't get to see anywhere else. This is her home. Not her home away from home. Her real home. Where she belongs and where she loved. She closes her eyes and breathes deeply before opening them and moving to the chest, placing the book on it. She'd have to remember to return it. It wasn't hers, after all.

And then she turns, and makes her way back from whence she came. Feet moving on uneasy terrain, hands reaching for trees and vines when needed. There's nowhere she belongs more than woods, hiking, even in the night. Maybe a bad time, without a light, but her eyes had adjusted rapidly to the night, and it wasn't too difficult. She rarely falters, and when she does, she catches herself with ease. She takes her time, enjoying the night, the slight chill the bright stars, before she makes her way back to the lagoon and looks around. She strips quickly, hearing her friends, so fond of skinny dipping, in her head and she dives naked into the water.

Under the water, she can hear her heart in her chest, hear her blood pumping in her ears. Somehow, it soothes her. She spins in the water, testing herself, seeing what she's capable of doing, and practicing what she isn't. She wants to become as flawless in the water as she is in the woods. This is, after all, her personal space.