Gotta love cold water [open]

[Kit Valtrena]

Kit kept her head pretty much down as she kept a faced paced walk to the pool. She was warm, she wanted to swim. Why did the damned thing have to be outside? Outside didn’t so much make her terrified any more, it just made her quick to anger; it pretty much threw her emotions to the damned surface. Kit had preferred how it had been before on that side, shaking and being scared was a lot more tolerable from being depressed and crying one minutes to blaringly angry the next, currently she just simmered. Anyone a mile of could probably tell she wasn’t in the best off moods. Unless they were thick... or blind. That’s about the only two states of being that would make you miss the most obvious signs in the world

She dove straight into the pool not really bothering to undress or tie her hair back. Her pyjama style clothes didn’t make swimming any more difficult than if she had been wearing a bathing suit. Instead of swimming she just sank for a few seconds in the deep end, before kicking off and floating to the surface before taking off in fast laps spending most of the time under the surface of the water.

Water is good, always has been, makes you feel closed in without being trapped. For a few minutes she even forgot the fact that she was fuming with rage, the cold temperature helped as well. She relaxed in her laps to a leisurely pace and actually managed a smile beneath the water, only coming up when she needed to take a break for air and to avoid getting a horrid cramp in her legs or arms. That would make swimming less pleasurable.