Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2016 8:54:01 GMT -5
There was that smell, that usual smell that greeted her nose. She pulled her hair back in her customary braid before she then placed her goggles over her eyes. Chlorine was a pain in the butt and made her eyes super red. She would also probably end up sneezing for the rest of the day. Swimming in a pool wasn't her ideal or preferred place to swim, but she didn't want to walk out to the lake and Terminus was ever sassy first thing in the morning. The sun hadn't even come up yet before she had slunk away from the cohort barracks to swim a few laps before the day was going to get underway. She had a full day of training ahead. Both individual training and cohort drills.
As Ava stood at the end of the pool, her smattering or so of scales glinting along her spine as she dipped a toe into the water to check the temperature. It was warm, but comparatively cold to the rest of the camp where it was a blistering 90 or so degrees. She stretched her arms and legs before heading to the deepest end of the pool that could muster, which was only about nine feet. She couldn't breathe in the water like the other water children could, but she wouldn't want to breathe in all these stupid chemicals anyways. She had great lung capacity as a small child and had developed it quite well as she got older, being able to hold her breath for about two minutes or so. which was impressive for a mortal but she felt like she could do better. She could always do better. It didn't matter how much she had improved in the years since she had come to camp. It was crazy how much she had changed. Would her family even recognize her any more? The girl who had once stuck out like a sore thumb and got picked on, she wasn't that little shy girl any more. She had seen and done things that most would think of as a fairy tale.
Ava bent at the waist, easily touching her toes for a moment before going into a racing dive. Her technique was flawless, one of the things that she had picked up on her home island all those years ago. She pushed through the cold water like a bullet, surfacing for a brief moment to get a breath of air before continuing on with her freestyle crawl stroke. She dove, turning in a summersalt like fashion as she pushed off the other end of the pool from where she started. She pointed her hands in front of her like a spear, cutting through the water as if she were a hot knife through butter. She felt the water restore her tired muscles and wake her as if she had a few cups of the good coffee or an energy drink. this morning was going to be a very good morning.
As Ava stood at the end of the pool, her smattering or so of scales glinting along her spine as she dipped a toe into the water to check the temperature. It was warm, but comparatively cold to the rest of the camp where it was a blistering 90 or so degrees. She stretched her arms and legs before heading to the deepest end of the pool that could muster, which was only about nine feet. She couldn't breathe in the water like the other water children could, but she wouldn't want to breathe in all these stupid chemicals anyways. She had great lung capacity as a small child and had developed it quite well as she got older, being able to hold her breath for about two minutes or so. which was impressive for a mortal but she felt like she could do better. She could always do better. It didn't matter how much she had improved in the years since she had come to camp. It was crazy how much she had changed. Would her family even recognize her any more? The girl who had once stuck out like a sore thumb and got picked on, she wasn't that little shy girl any more. She had seen and done things that most would think of as a fairy tale.
Ava bent at the waist, easily touching her toes for a moment before going into a racing dive. Her technique was flawless, one of the things that she had picked up on her home island all those years ago. She pushed through the cold water like a bullet, surfacing for a brief moment to get a breath of air before continuing on with her freestyle crawl stroke. She dove, turning in a summersalt like fashion as she pushed off the other end of the pool from where she started. She pointed her hands in front of her like a spear, cutting through the water as if she were a hot knife through butter. She felt the water restore her tired muscles and wake her as if she had a few cups of the good coffee or an energy drink. this morning was going to be a very good morning.