On the surface, someone jumped into the sea and quickly dove down to reach her. She closed her eyes and lay limply in the water, giving no reaction when the collar of her dress was pulled.
Verinia felt the water rush by her head as she was brought up toward the surface, and when she opened her eyes to look into the dark depths of the sea, a cold light glinted in her eyes.
Something was swimming up from the depths toward them. It did not look very big, but it was very fast. Much faster than how they were moving.
She pulled another pin out of her hair and steadied her hands to aim. Exercising her knowledge of Branthe, Verinia slapped a hand on the decorative end of the hairpin and the needle-like blade shot out into the water.
