Third Person POV

Silver and Octavia went back to the room. They went to the empty bath. Octavia sat down on the floor and closed her eyes. This shouldn't be hard. She breathes out, stretching her ears. She could feel the gentle breeze and hear the water moving down the pipe softly. Water so peaceful and yet so dangerous, Octavia greets the water as her equal. She imagined water being in front of her, forming beautiful shapes. Then she imagined it twirling around her mate playfully. She imagines the water filling the bath up to the brim. Then she opened her eyes, and the bath was full.

"Yes!" she yelled,...