The reservoir had been one of Rowan’s favorite places to swim since it opened and while she’d heard plenty of more or less entertaining rumors about the presence of a supposed cryptid, she’d never encountered anything more menacing than drunken boaters. Since the weather had turned warm she’d taken to timing herself as she swam, first as Rowan and again as Tempesti. Though she naturally had a marked advantage in her performance in her powered form, she was pleased to see that her civilian speed and strength increased with training. Trips to and from the Tower of the Winds would never be easy, but maybe she could make them…less obnoxious…with more training. A few dozen strokes carried her from one side of the reservoir to the spot in the sand where she had abandoned her boots and the long, sheer sleeves that would undoubtedly pull her back, leaning back on her elbows with her bare legs in the shallow water.
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