[ Luna knows how to swim, at least. She liked swimming in the summer, back home. But nothing could prepare her for this kind of flood current, though. It's a struggle staying above the water's surface, let alone have any idea of where she's going — struggling almost blindly as she tries her best to find something to hold onto.
She barely hears the call of a woman's voice, a blur of someone familiar in the edges of her vision. Something red reaches out for her though the water and Luna tries to reach for it. And then she realises why it's familiar: not a hand, but a tail. ]
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She barely hears the call of a woman's voice, a blur of someone familiar in the edges of her vision. Something red reaches out for her though the water and Luna tries to reach for it. And then she realises why it's familiar: not a hand, but a tail. ]
Scorpia—?!