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
