R&R - talking at the beach
He dragged her up onto his legs, an arm under her shoulders and leaned down, closing his mouth over hers and tried to breath air into her, then stopped, her lungs full of water.
Help me.
Ready.
Still holding her Richie held his hand close to her chest, swallowed, and calmed himself, his voice sounding low as indecipherable words were spoken and a shower of brilliant blue light started to flow from his hand. His eyes were focused on Rachel’s face and they slowly turned blue again, as the water started to flow from Rachel’s mouth. He held her closer, tilting her as the stream of blue continued and the water ran clear, finally stopping as her body suddenly convulsed and she started coughing.
Rachel was sure that she was dying. But she didn’t see a light. She saw nothingness. What did that say of her? She heard Richie’s voice, though. Calling to her. Trying to get her to come back. A warmth spread over her body as the magic flowed, trying to get her to come back. It wasn’t long before the darkness started to vanish. She coughed, clutching to Richie for dear life. She couldn’t quite get her eyes to focus and she couldn’t stop coughing.
Richie let out a lungful of air as she started to cough, panting a little as he let his hand fall down to his side and held Rachel in his other arm.
Get help.
On my way…
Saphira rose up from the rocks, turning to fly along the beach. She was searching for the mermaid who she knew frequented the point, or down near the castle, and was soon flying along the coast near where the Elves had lived. She spotted the one she was seeking and started to circle, coming to land next to the mermaid, her wings remaining out, ready to fly, anxious to return.
Out along the coastline near the old elf castle that Luna had briefly taken over was a large slab of rock worn smooth by the waves, a slab perfect for a mermaid to sun herself on a cool fall day. Micha didn’t feel the coolness of the water as acutely as a human would, though even she preferred the warmth of a summer’s day compared to now. Still, when she had to spend time locked in her mer shape, she preferred to do so out in the sea when possible. There was at least some variety out along the shore as compared to being stuck in her wet quarters in Jedi House.
She’d been lying in the sunlight, half asleep and kept wet by the spray of the waves crashing against the rock, when she felt an acute sense of distress and alarm off in the distance through the Force. Sitting up, she tried to locate exactly where it was coming from when Saphira arrived, and the dragon’s own sense of urgency was clear through both body language and the Force.
Also clear was what the dragon wanted her to do. Micha stared at the front claws with a bit of trepidation, the primitive side of her brain picturing a raptor flying off with a fish clutched in it’s talons for a meal back at the nest. The former Jedi shook her head to banish that image and tried as best she could to release her more primitive instincts into the Force as they would serve no purpose.
“Of course.” She told the dragon, assuming it could understand her. “Take me where I’m needed.”
Saphira nodded, then with great care picked the mermaid up in her talons and took off, carrying her back to where Richie and Rachel were floating out to sea on the tree trunk.