Hydro

Maybe if the hatchlings were wearing orange floaties he would have been able to see them better. Either way, he dived in after them, bringing up two small fae that he handed to an angry mother who whisked them away. He saved their lives in the end, hadn’t he? The shrieks of her kids playing were hard to differentiate between the shrieks of the struggling, as both were very high pitched. So high pitched that there was now a ringing in his head, and he sat down on the curb of the pool. So far he hadn’t let anyone drown, but there were a few close calls. The pool was small, but hatchings had a bad habit of playing ‘how long can I hold my breath’ which was fun for them but nerve-wracking for all the worried parents involved. Was there another place in society Hydro would fit in? Maybe a fresh start at a new clan would do the trick, but Hydro had never been the type to adventure.