Sheeana followed slower into the great underwater chamber, regulating her breathing and heartrate carefully. It was a psychological, as much as a physical journey, she knew.
Her face showed pure astonishment, but not fear.
A memory came to her: twelve years old, being marched stiff legged into a pool by stern faced proctors. The other acolytes, all from water-rich worlds had giggled behind their hands.
And here again I plunge into this steel womb. She thought as she dropped past immense metal walls that dwarfed them both.
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Date: 2010-04-08 02:30 am (UTC)Her face showed pure astonishment, but not fear.
A memory came to her: twelve years old, being marched stiff legged into a pool by stern faced proctors. The other acolytes, all from water-rich worlds had giggled behind their hands.
And here again I plunge into this steel womb. She thought as she dropped past immense metal walls that dwarfed them both.