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Shayera closed her eyes as the warm sunlight beat down upon her face, breathing with the rhythmic sound of the waves. She smiled at the sound of children laughing not too far away.
Breath out, she snapped open her eyes, and in one instant decision, the peaceful moment was over.
She leaped.
Air rushing past her face, she spun up and up and up. There was no calm rhythmic beating, no children laughing, just the loud, loud wind pounding in her ears.
She laughed.
Peaceful’s nice, but the wind, the noise, the rush, to her, that will always be home.