The wind felt good.
It surely felt different from the ebb and flow of the water as it rapidly envelopes your body.
It was the first time that I'd ever been on a ship, since all we ever did was swim until we got to the shore without coming up for air.
While the ocean was like a deep comforting cold that was just there, the breeze that blew all over my body felt more like a momentary pleasant sensation that would ease itself through the thin fabric of my priestess that would eventually disappear. This feeling will repeat itself not because I made an effort to move but simply because of an unknown force that makes the wind blow. These minute drastic changes in temperatures aren't something an Atlantean like me would experience on a daily basis unless I swam towards different strata or pu
