Enola had spent her entire life next to the ocean. From childhood to present, she had lived in a port town. Her own childhood home in Liscio Cove was seated in a cove on the coast in fact. Regardless, she had a very embarrassing secret: she could not swim; she was afraid to. To keep children from drowning, mothers – including Enola’s mother – would tell their children that a sea monster was lurking in the water. The story situated a deeply seeded fear of the ocean inside Enola, to the point that she froze up if thrown in water. She was not proud of it, especially since she was a Lamia Scale mage. Given that the guild hall was in a port town, it would be logically assumed that every mage in the guild could swim with the skill of a military marine. Not Enola though; she was more like a rock when it came to swimming.
It just so happened that morning that she bumped into a fellow Lamia Scale mage that was running late on time, so he or she gave the maid a job that needed completed. She accepted of course, thinking it would be easy. What she hadn’t counted on, however, was that it would involve teaching someone to swim. Immediately, she thought about getting Hakumi’s help since she was a water mage but she had quite a bit of trouble locating her friend and time was a virtue at that point. The guild’s other water mage, Ren Hengi, wasn’t to be found anywhere either. Thus, the dust mage who could not swim herself was forced to teach a young boy to swim himself. Call it feminine intuition but Enola had the chilling feeling thata she would be responsible for the drowning of a young boy that day.
Enola strapped on her limiter bracelet and took a train, as she usually did, to Magnolia Town. She thought against bringing Angus, given the fact that she needed some time away from her evil cousin after the maid pissed herself in a night club (perhaps the most embarrassing moment in her entire life up to that point). Enola arrived the house of her client where she found a young boy named Bobby who hid behind his mother. The poor fellow was as scared as Sinon which brought out a round of nostalgia: she knew just how to handle him. She assured the woman that she’d teach him to swim before taking Bobby off to the lake. They decided to walk there since using “Mr. Angel” to fly there would no doubt scare the living daylights out of the boy. The walk, of course wasn’t much fun since Bobby didn’t like to talk at all (shocker).
When they got there, both changed into the swimsuit they brought. Bobby slipped into a pair of trunks while Enola popped into a one-piece swimsuit. Enola’s swimsuit did not help to ease the boy’s shyness but exasperate them as he seemed to have an adorable little boy crush on his would be swim teacher. Once they were prepped, Enola decided she would fake it and hope for the best. She threw herself into the lake and attempted to show him how it was done. She made it pretty far actually, going all the way to the lake’s center before tiring out and sinking like a rock. Bobby, with the intelligence of a small boy, just sat and waited for her to come back as bubbles from her underwater screaming popped up on the lake’s surface. The boy even sat back and watched with glee, expecting her to come up any minute and do a backflip like a human dolphin. Stupid kid.
Finally, after about a minute, Bobby got the fact that Enola was indeed drowning and panicked. He did what anyone in his situation would do and screamed for an adult to come and help. There was none it seemed, forcing him to dive in after her. With the help of adrenaline, he kicked and pushed himself into the center of the lake. He took one deep breath and dived down until he found her. The boy then snatched her hand kicked himself up (with Enola helping just a bit). By the time it was all over, both were sitting on the banks, worn out. Apparently, the maid had taught the boy to swim by nearly drowning and forcing him to come save her sorry ass. As a thanks for saving her life, Enola gave the boy an adorable kiss on the cheek (the motherly kind of course) and declared him as her “white knight.”
WC: 771/750
PC: 1/1
