![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Written originally for a Fictionkind community prompt, #76 in fact. I also uploaded this as a chapter in my slice-of-life multichapter fanfic anthology over on Ao3. I no longer identify as a female human-owned eevee that evolved into a vaporeon by this point. It's become just an alternate form of my main fursona, and that's fine by me.
--------
The river runs frothy; the sound of it is near a roar but gentler.
It’s a vividly orange autumn this year. Leaves smother the ground, but the tree branches above are not yet bare. Brightly blue, the vaporeon female stands out starkly against it all. Her eyes glitter with curiosity as she approaches the flowing freshwater. Her human has never brought her here before. They seemed very unusually chipper this morning about their trip; despite this, she had slept all the car ride in the backseat.
Whatever makes her human happy is probably good news for her, she figures. Eyeing what’s before her now, she takes a slow, deep breath. A vaporeon never fears water. They're made of it more than any other pokémon. So, it isn’t quite anxiety that makes her hesitate, but apprehension for the likely temperature. She also easily sees this river—or is it a big stream? She could never tell the difference—isn’t too broad and can’t even sweep away a grown human. Her kind are far smaller than any human, except for perhaps a small child, but she has confidence she can deal with anything.
She steps in, and indeed, it’s so cold. She’s accustomed to lukewarm water everywhere else in her life. Slipping further in, her underside gets completely soaked, and she shivers, but it’s not impossible to endure the chill. She decides to suck it up and take it, dunking her head completely underwater and stays there, adjusting. Vaporeon have gills and lungs that cooperate to make an incredibly amphibious creature.
(It’s too bad she hasn’t spotted any fish pokémon. She wouldn’t mind a self-gotten snack, for once.)
Pushing against the current, she forces herself to walk upriver, still submerged. She could easily “melt” into it like she’s done many times in bodies of still water, but that would just make her float downriver, and she doesn’t want that.
She begins to realize she doesn’t have much experience with moving water. This is gonna be difficult.
In the end, she thinks she likes this a lot. She fully plans on letting her human know just that before they depart, later.
--------
The river runs frothy; the sound of it is near a roar but gentler.
It’s a vividly orange autumn this year. Leaves smother the ground, but the tree branches above are not yet bare. Brightly blue, the vaporeon female stands out starkly against it all. Her eyes glitter with curiosity as she approaches the flowing freshwater. Her human has never brought her here before. They seemed very unusually chipper this morning about their trip; despite this, she had slept all the car ride in the backseat.
Whatever makes her human happy is probably good news for her, she figures. Eyeing what’s before her now, she takes a slow, deep breath. A vaporeon never fears water. They're made of it more than any other pokémon. So, it isn’t quite anxiety that makes her hesitate, but apprehension for the likely temperature. She also easily sees this river—or is it a big stream? She could never tell the difference—isn’t too broad and can’t even sweep away a grown human. Her kind are far smaller than any human, except for perhaps a small child, but she has confidence she can deal with anything.
She steps in, and indeed, it’s so cold. She’s accustomed to lukewarm water everywhere else in her life. Slipping further in, her underside gets completely soaked, and she shivers, but it’s not impossible to endure the chill. She decides to suck it up and take it, dunking her head completely underwater and stays there, adjusting. Vaporeon have gills and lungs that cooperate to make an incredibly amphibious creature.
(It’s too bad she hasn’t spotted any fish pokémon. She wouldn’t mind a self-gotten snack, for once.)
Pushing against the current, she forces herself to walk upriver, still submerged. She could easily “melt” into it like she’s done many times in bodies of still water, but that would just make her float downriver, and she doesn’t want that.
She begins to realize she doesn’t have much experience with moving water. This is gonna be difficult.
In the end, she thinks she likes this a lot. She fully plans on letting her human know just that before they depart, later.