feel the quiet river rage Who: Nixie and Isolde When: Late afternoon Where: The riverbank by Isolde's house
Isolde wasn't sure what all the complaining was about. Her first week of high school had been an absolute breeze. Sure, she may have possibly benefited in some ways... namely the fact that one of the girls in her circle had an older brother on the football team and had declared them all off-limits for freshman brutality. Another friend had a sophomore cousin that was a cheerleader, and she'd invited them all to eat at one of the popular tables. Instant win. The next four years ought to be a cakewalk.
The first week now officially over, Isolde had felt so accomplished with herself that it had brought on a streak of productivity. She'd come home, changed out of her nice school outfit and into a t-shirt, and had promptly cleaned her entire room. Then she decided she might as well get all her homework out of the way to free up the rest of the weekend. Despite the heat, she had decided to do this outside. Not far from their own backyard was a massive oak tree by the river that produced enough shade to be comfy enough for her, and Lambykins had a lot of pent up energy from being inside all day. So Isolde grabbed her schoolbag, a bottle of water, and she and Lambykins set out the backdoor.
Soon, and despite the shade, Isolde was beginning to feel rather like she was melting. She found she was concentrating less on her homework, and more on trying to summon a breeze. She'd only managed to do this for the first time recently, but practicing this seemed much more useful than anything else at the moment. She closed her eyes and leaned against the tree, concentrating with all she had. Lambykins trotted around the tree, and upon glimpsing her, bleated cheerfully at her. Stop when it starts to hurt.