She heard an answer to her question. The voice was the man with the interesting accent. Livvy thought she could listen to him reading the phone book and be quite content. Her eyes didn't open; the lids were too heavy. Had she imagined the man's voice?
Keep drift... drift... drift-ing...
Floating in the pond near her childhood home again, she knew one of the water elementals was nearby, keeping her company. The water was cool and soothing and she sighed, aware she sent a small trail of bubbles to the surface. She wasn't drowning though, not in the least. She was safe. Safe from the heat of the day, the sun, the man-creature throwing fire. He was gone, gone, gone...
Livvy looked up at the surface and could see the water was on fire, but it was less intense now. Had it been intense before? Why was there fire on the -
'Smoke on the Water' came to her with a distant, unconditional series of guitar riffs and there was Deep Purple, all five members of the band, rocking out in a psychedelic wardrobe as they played near a school of tiny fish. It should have looked strange, but it didn't. She hummed along with them and surrendered herself to the music.
“...a f-fire in... the sk-sky...” she whispered, eyes still closed, a small smile on her face.
Keep drift... drift... drift-ing...
Floating in the pond near her childhood home again, she knew one of the water elementals was nearby, keeping her company. The water was cool and soothing and she sighed, aware she sent a small trail of bubbles to the surface. She wasn't drowning though, not in the least. She was safe. Safe from the heat of the day, the sun, the man-creature throwing fire. He was gone, gone, gone...
Livvy looked up at the surface and could see the water was on fire, but it was less intense now. Had it been intense before? Why was there fire on the -
'Smoke on the Water' came to her with a distant, unconditional series of guitar riffs and there was Deep Purple, all five members of the band, rocking out in a psychedelic wardrobe as they played near a school of tiny fish. It should have looked strange, but it didn't. She hummed along with them and surrendered herself to the music.
“...a f-fire in... the sk-sky...” she whispered, eyes still closed, a small smile on her face.