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Delta Hooves

Yet little did those aboard the ship know that all the repeating routines of Prior Plunges had been part of a plan that left the Raging Wave flushed red every time she'd considered her true intentions with a Seaward glance from the ship. She had trained her experienced endurance to last for diving durations longer than many considered possible on their own Amateur lungs. What had once been a concerning level of stillness on the first days were soon dismissed in those that followed as another Static hold by her. All the more reason for her confidence, and perhaps a touch of craving, as she relieved her Anklet Tracker's hold on her body and left it upon the anchor she'd rested upon time after time. She had no need for it. If anything, she had no need for any of her Aquatic attire either, so she left these behind too...~ By the time anyone would think to come down and check on her, only to find these discarded details, her message would be clear. Unlike her path to a concealing cave...