Attire: Well, what else would one go swimming in?
Goals: Explore, ACT NATURAL
Tags: Bella Rosewood, Rhaina Tira, Setter Ryburn, Hisashi, Vyra Silara
Well, this was getting uncomfortable.
Na'an bobbed at the edge of the coral, making idle conversation and trying with one hand to keep her nightshirt from billowing too high. The girl who'd accosted her didn't seem to be part of the fancier sections of the party, but it still wouldn't be smart to flash her. She'd definitely be memorable then, and at that point it was only a matter of time before someone started asking questions. Her bare knees would certainly contrast against the finery she could see trailing the ladies and gentlemen far below.
As her body followed her head down-current to watch them move, she suddenly felt a mild--but familiar--wave of nausea. The swaths of black and white and pale colors against the pale sand suddenly felt like the smooth, emotionless curves of hunting sharks. Even without reaching out, she could feel the killer instinct bubbling off them in the Force, like bubbles filled with toxic gas rising to the surface. If she focused, she could pick out one or two faces--a woman in black, a high-collared figure, a man with eyes like chips of blue ice--but focusing too hard ran the risk of attracting equal notice. If she noticed them, they'd notice her.
Na'an was suddenly very, very aware of the fact that she'd left her lightsaber back on the ship.
She shouldn't be here. She was a fish among barracuda, and she hadn't been invited.
Time to make a swift exit.
The girl who'd approached her was saying something Na'an had missed; Na'an forced herself to smile wide, and grasp the hand offered to her in turn.
"I hate to leave you here all alone in such...spirits...but I really ought to be going. There's so much more I'd like to see before sunrise. What the far side of the reef looks like, for instance."
She arced her body upwards again, kicking with both feet to propel herself towards the top of the reef.
"You should check it out," she called behind her. "It'll be a good bit safer than the company!"
In seconds she was skimming the top of the reef, reaching out here and there to explore it with her fingers--a bright purple outcropping of coral here, a gaudy orange sponge there, silver minnows nibbling at her skin all throughout--and looking ahead. In the middle distance, the bright stretch of colors and textures, the pinks and greens and blazing, fiery reds, dropped off into deeper water.
Another hole? A chasm, maybe. One larger and deeper and darker than the one she'd dived into to get here.
But literal darkness, Na'an thought, was a good bit more worth exploring than the Darkness she'd tasted back there, at the party. This darkness might hold something interesting other than blood and death.