Water was the only place Daimhin felt truly comfortable.
Life on the surface was hard. No one understood her, not really - the constant company of Niamh was pleasant, but she did not know what it was like to be immortal. She would come and go as everyone did, and leave her alone again. The day would come. It could happen at any time. Getting attached to the girl had been a massive mistake in the first place, but she couldn't turn back time now. It was too late. Their bond was there. That's why she had chosen to take this 'vacation', as they called it.
The waves surrounded her in a cool, welcome embrace, and she closed her eyes as she slipped under the surface.