Wasn’t Breathing

Icy darkness… That was the last thing Clara saw the moment she heard the ice cracking underneath their feet. From there, the sudden weightlessness dragged her underneath the cold waters of the lake, the faint moonlight making it hard for her to even see what was up or what was down.

Of course, that didn't mean that she was utterly helpless. Far from it, she knew exactly what she needed to do.

'Damn! I have to get back up to safety!'

With that one thought as her guiding anchor, Clara forced herself to be still, doing her best to not let the icy cold seep into her very being any further than they've already had.

[Gilas will come for our aid,] Sheba remarked, her wolf's usual teasing tone now devoid of all emotion. [Keep calm. Reorient yourself and determine what's up from down.]