Sierra looked up and down the beach carefully before she walked out into the water. She didn’t wantany stray tourists freaking out about her little swim.Not that there were a lot of tourists on Oregon beaches in December. She tossed a light trickle of power up to the Heceta Head lighthouse. It was foggy enough today that she wouldn’t be able to see itfrom out in the water. This way she’d be able to come back—if she wanted to.Maybe Momma just hadn’t wanted to come back.Her ankles were freezing. Sierra activated the small spell that kept her warm even in the frigid winter ocean waters.
“I call on Air, I call on Fire,Molecules dance and heat inspire.Coat my skin with fire-warmed air,Warmest summer waters wear. A child of the ocean, swimming free As I will, so mote it be.”
Her ankles warmed nicely, thanks to her magical wetsuit. Momma had shown her this trick when shewas a little girl and even the much-warmer ocean waters of Hawaii turned her into a Popsicle.She missed Hawaii almost as much as she missed Momma.Gathering power one more time, Sierra dove into the surf and swam out into the ocean with long, surestrokes. In less than a minute, she’d cleared the protected waters of the Heceta Head bay and felt theplayful pull of the riptide currents.
she murmured to the water.
Not just yet. Let me get out past the rocks first.
She continued kicking out to sea in a steady freestyle. The riptides were strong today. They oftenwere in midwinter—just one more reason to brave the chill waters.Bubbles of laughter blew out of her lungs when she crossed the shoreline riptide and swam into themuch larger one that would pull her out to sea.
Want to play today, do you?
Excellent. She was in the mood to wrestle, and the heavy mists would hide them from prying eyesonshore.She rolled onto her back, power streaming through her outstretched hands.
“I call on Water, friend to meCurve and swirl, a tempest be.I call on Air, sister of mineDip and whirl, a twisted line. A storm of fun, we playful three As I will, so mote it be.”
Swells of water rose and fell under her back as energy gathered. Sierra opened her eyes just in time tosee the ten-foot wave about to crash on her head. With a flip of her feet, she twisted and dove under thebase of the wave, giggling.