muffle the waves that rock this boat
The scent of fresh water caught her by surprise, invading her nose as she inadvertently sucked a lungful of water in, choked, and hacked as she flailed. So much water. Water and fear. Because something was wrong (her head hurt, it hurt, it hurt). There was water, she knew that in the same way that she knew she had to try and stay above the waterline.
She wanted Obi-Wan.
Arha spat out water and tried to move, but she was wet and heavy and she knew it was a losing battle. The water was cold. Colder than she could keep up with. The dread set in a moment later as she found herself underwater, staring down into the depths, her hair a cloud of muted red.
There was someone down there.
Someone staring up at her.
Arha woke with a sharp gasp, her fingers on her lightsaber as the hood of her cloak slipped backward and fell around her shoulders. For a long moment, she stared across the observation deck uneasily, shoving the bright burst of panic down as far as she could. There was something terribly urgent about it, something wrong. Something.
Something frighteningly real.
Arha blinked again and shuddered. Too much water.
She wanted Obi-Wan.
Arha spat out water and tried to move, but she was wet and heavy and she knew it was a losing battle. The water was cold. Colder than she could keep up with. The dread set in a moment later as she found herself underwater, staring down into the depths, her hair a cloud of muted red.
There was someone down there.
Someone staring up at her.
Arha woke with a sharp gasp, her fingers on her lightsaber as the hood of her cloak slipped backward and fell around her shoulders. For a long moment, she stared across the observation deck uneasily, shoving the bright burst of panic down as far as she could. There was something terribly urgent about it, something wrong. Something.
Something frighteningly real.
Arha blinked again and shuddered. Too much water.