The night was warm, and alive. The sun had long set, bidding farewell to the land as it disappeared into the horizon in a visual symphony of violet, blush and orange, before melting into the richest of indigos then the thickest of blacks. As the creatures that lived below the sun laid to rest, those who walked beneath the moon came out to roam.
Kayta considered herself one such creature, if only for this night.
The moon gleamed brightly above her head as she stood at the lake's edge. The ink-black waves brushed the shore as Kayta finished undressing, stepping into the water. Stopping when the water reached her hips, her hands reached up to undo the braid which held back her hair. A curtain of raven locks cascaded down her back as her arms returned to her sides.
A slight breeze danced over the water, sighing as it reached her ears. It was moments like this that Kayta treasured; the blissful peace of night, the solitude, the sound of the wild. While she enjoyed the presence of others, she found it pleasant every so often to take time for herself, and be alone with her thoughts.
With a quick glance over her shoulder at the lakeside, she allowed herself to incline forward, kicking off as she dove beneath the surface. The bubbling of water slowly dissipated into silence as the water steadied from her dive.
The ambience was one of the many reasons Kayta loved swimming. How very different it was from the world above, this dark and soundless realm. It was deep enough now that the lakebed was unseen, which made the water around her seem even more abyssal.
Faint beams of moonlight trickled in above, casting a silvery glow upon her body as she moved through the depths. Lean muscles powered her strokes, her slender form gliding through the blue. Kayta had been swimming all her life, so her proficiency in the water was certainly very powerful. There wasn't much to see in the lake, but it was more the sensation of weightlessness that she found most enjoyable. Worries of the world seemed to disappear amidst the lake's cool embrace, making her heart light and her thoughts clear. Eventually however, her lungs began to burn. If there was anything that Kayta disliked about swimming, it was the inevitable need for air. So, with great hesitance she made for the surface, her hands pulling her upwards as she ascended.
Breaking through the water and into the night once more brought a deep breath of air into Kayta's lungs. Her skin glimmered from droplets, her hair slicked back off her face. In smooth strokes, she swam towards the shallows until she could once more stand comfortably.
With the moon high above her and the water upon her skin, Kayta exhaled in contentment as her pale eyes roamed the rippling surface of the lake.
A night well spent beneath the blue.
