Tsuyu remembers the cold air hitting her face

As she slowly emerges from cool waters

Droplets stinging her eyes

As they

Drip

Straight

Down

Only to silently melt back

Into the waves

Soothingly rocking her

She holds her ground

She always does

If she doesn't, who will?

She sinks back down

Disappearing into the cool absis

Leaving only the sound of the trees

Rustling in the wind

And the familiar symphony of croaks

From her friends

She could stay

Of course

But her other friends live on land

She can't imagine why