Flight, Bliss, A joy like no other since I've been born. A joy I thought was not available to sea-minds.

And yet here I am.

Is it the movement? Finally moving as a sea-mind is meant to, not just as meant to, but better, faster.

We crash and I pull the piece back into position, nothing is broken, simply adjust the string here.

Is it the shared experience? Together we are flying through the water, having accomplished something great. Having created it.

We veer off course, I she helps me move through the water so we can correct our path.

We as sea-minds have little trouble entering into a state of individual flow, it is as natural for us as hunger is for others. We involve ourselves in tasks so thoroughly that we forget to eat. Yet, this conscious task, this how this work is not that. It an accomplishment. But even more than that it is freedom, it is flight.

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Eventually, we come to a stop. Flow within ourselves but not shared with others, not sufficient for what we are.

We return to the over-pod.

I will cherish this memory and hope I always have enough room so that I won't have to replace it.

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It was the first time She Who Knows Where Things Are experienced flight. And flight it must be, it did not align with her memories, and flight is how Ur-Im thought of it. But they mastered the movements sufficiently, and any more would be a waste of energy. She had a role, she had a job, and she has responsibilities to the hive.

Gratitude, She sent.

Gratitude. He returned. And she was given the Sail-Glider. It was for her. Yes, She would make better use of it, it would be better in her role. It was Gratitude. She would be Wur, She Who Flies.

They embraced once more, and she went on her way.