TITLE: On Kingery Skyland
GENRE: YA Fantasy
I stared at the stream of water as it trickled from the faucet. Dad was in the shower, so the pressure wasn't great. It was weak and cold, not exactly ideal for washing your face.
His shout echoed through the wet chamber. "Jemma, are you running water again?"
I opened my bathroom door a crack and glared down the hall. I hate the mornings when he has showings. His showers are always way too long, like Mom and I don't have to get ready too. Well, I guess Mom doesn't. But I've got school and I already don't feel like going.
"Are you almost done?"
He didn't hear me over his whistling.
With a sigh, I slammed the door and punched the water off. The sink was filled enough, anyway. I took a deep breath and forced my mind to go blank. I relaxed my jaw and my eyebrows drifted upward.
I felt that familiar tickle at the back of my mind as I stared at the water in the sink. I blinked. It wasn't that my vision ever changed, really. Everything just seemed clearer, brighter maybe. The world was just so much more present, so much more alive. And I felt it acutely.
Casting out my senses, I even felt the invisible droplets of water hiding in the air. Even the moisture in my skin, the blood flowing through my veins. It hummed, calling to me. I looked back down at the sink where the pull was so much stronger than anywhere else.