Etso leaned on the trunk of an old oak. Sweat dripped down her face, and her bow was limp in her hand. She hadn't caught anything that day, and she'd been hunting for hours. She closed her eyes, exhausted, and decided to take a few minutes to rest...
What was that rushing sound? Could it be water? She remembered a creek being not that far away, but the name had slipped her mind. Running water means fish, and maybe even a drink.
She followed the sound and stopped. She had planned to try fishing, but exhaustion soon took over. She slid off her jacket and boots, leaving her in nothing but a thin army green tank and her cargo pants. This area of the creek was probably one of the deepest. Etso could tell it was somewhere around 5 feet at it's deepest point.
Etso took a deep breath, counted to ten, and jumped in. The freezing liquid chilled her aching bones, and she sat there, treading water, diving under the surface, and simply floating. Finally, she settled with just resting at the bottom of the lake for a few minutes.
What was that rushing sound? Could it be water? She remembered a creek being not that far away, but the name had slipped her mind. Running water means fish, and maybe even a drink.
She followed the sound and stopped. She had planned to try fishing, but exhaustion soon took over. She slid off her jacket and boots, leaving her in nothing but a thin army green tank and her cargo pants. This area of the creek was probably one of the deepest. Etso could tell it was somewhere around 5 feet at it's deepest point.
Etso took a deep breath, counted to ten, and jumped in. The freezing liquid chilled her aching bones, and she sat there, treading water, diving under the surface, and simply floating. Finally, she settled with just resting at the bottom of the lake for a few minutes.