Rhyonna breathes deeply to relax while observing the silver water rippling around the willow roots. Fish splashes in front of Rhyonna.
"See Rhyonna! Friend!"
"Fish, you have such good eyes."
"Rest on a limb?"
"I am thinking."
"Keegan was to meet me in the daisies. He should be here. While waiting, I'm planning the flying lessons for the Tawnyee Flyers."
"A pivot, where one stops in mid-air, turns in the direction wanted, and then, using the air and wings, pushes forward into a turn."
"Complicated! Want to stream?"
"Sure, my teaching is later."
Rhyonna stands on the limb, tucks her wings taut, then feet-first jumps into the water. When her head is above the water, Rhyonna pushes her wings out to balance and moves her arms back and forth to float. Fish slides under Rhyonna. Settling on Fish's back, Rhyonna holds tight to his top fin and takes a deep breath. One full breath for the ride, a minute for Rhyonna is an hour in Fish's time.
Under the water, they dive. The fins of Fish swishing back and forth strum a consoling "Shhhh, shhhh." His powerful tail glides with the rhythms of currents. His movements are like the push and pull of Rhyonna's wings. Such strength Fish has.
A stream of water trills through the openings of the roots. The harmonies in the water refresh Rhyonna. Fish weaves through the soft emerald mosses, which intertwine among the sweet scented roots. Rocks sparkle like jewels. This soothing delight flows around Rhyonna, creating a magical watery happiness.
All too soon, a breath is needed. Rhyonna tugs on Fish's back fin. Immediately, Fish swims up and breaks the surface of the water. Rhyonna gasps then breathes. Fish swims her to a sandy beach.
"Fish, you are graceful and powerful."
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