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Merlin hated water, that's all she could think about the moment her body hit the glimmering surface. She was immediately immersed in the cool, ice-like aqua, her entire body burning from the biting cold. She expected to float, regardless of the rocks attached to her feet. She expected for the water to caress her skin as if it were a hug and kindly glide her to shore. Oh how wrong she had been.
Her emerald eyes were wide at the sinking feeling building in her stomach, panic rising as she twist and turned in a meagre attempt to float. Calm Merlin, you have magic, you can save yourself. If only that were true, in such a panicked state Merlin needed to speak in order to cast herself to safety. The cloth binding her mouth was her sole killer. She would have taken burning at the stake over drowning any day. She hadn't felt such fear since the night in which she first met the great Aslan. Since the day she left her home in order to fulfil her destiny.
Black spots began to cloud her vision, this was not the end - it couldn't be, she whimpered at the thought. She had to do something, anything.
Think, think...
Merlin exhaled, bubbles rising towards the surface as a symbol of finality. Her last few breaths. Merlin had to improvise. She refused to die by something as mundane as drowning.
A scream escaped her lips the sound similar to that of Banshee, luckily muffled by the cloth that covered her mouth. It didn't however muffle the effect of Merlins scream. Emerald turned gold and the water began to move and take shape. With a grand 'swoosh' Merlin shot upwards a twister made of water encasing her lower half. Within the space of a mere moment the young girl landed with a thump - all air leaving her body.
Oh dollop
Small hands rushed forward to remove her gag and Merlin instantly gasped for air, grateful to whomever just cut her hands free. The young druid began to cough up all the water she had retained.
"Drop them! Is that the best you could come up with," the familiar dwarf sputtered, quick to get to his feet.
Actually Merlin decided she wasn't grateful, why hadn't someone come to her rescue?
"A simple thank you would suffice," a young brunette quipped, as she flexed her wrist - jostling her bow in the process.
"They were doing fine drowning me without your help!"
"Don't you mean us? And can someone tell me as to why I was just left to drown? At least someone saved you" Merlin snorted, wiping the wet hair out of her face turning to acknowledge the small crowd. New faces, definitely not telmarine by the look of their outdated clothes.
