The first time I find it, I nearly drop it.
It's smooth and surprisingly heavy, and slips uncomfortably against my claws. I twist around to regain my hold, then clutch it against my chest, not quite trusting my talons to act on their own.
I beat upward with my wings, exhaling a stream of silvery bubbles. A flare of panic bursts through my chest as the current batters against my body; then I angle my wings and beat upwards, forcing my body towards the surface once more.
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The Shallows
FanfictionThere is something in the water, and General Oapha resolves to find out what it is.
