Lakes and skiffs

[cutting_edgex23]

X is outside, seated cross-legged on a rock by the lake.

She is very still, breathing in, then out, then in again, and watching everything.

It is not meditation. But it is still nice.

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[foolyoutwice]

She'll see a smallish flying boat approach the lake, skimming probably-too-fast over the grass and then definitely-too-fast in an arc along the shore, shrinking away from her and then growing again as it curves back. It looks to be heading away again, but then perhaps the pilot spots her: the craft whips into a turn and comes speeding straight towards her.