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"Miss Palmira, I can't seem to get it. Why can't I just swim like I do on the surface?" Aliya complained, half-heartedly, stopping her awkward stroke and bringing her legs underneath her, settling down to walk on the bottom. The Andalus fennec, with her large ears, wore a robe with a sash that was so thin that Sandy could see her nipples pressing through it. Not that she minded. The garment flowed easily through the water almost as easily as Sandy's enchanted robe.

"Underwater swimming is completely different than swimming on the surface. You'll never catch me down here if you don't learn to swim as the dolphins do." Sandy chuckled, reaching up to gently squeeze her newest pupil's shoulder. It was cold in the depths of the ocean. She renewed her warming spell with a murmur, Aliya nodding in gratefulness. The younger mage had not learned a spell of sufficient intensity to stave off the cold ocean, nor had she learned how to breathe the water, so Sandy was maintaining both spells.

"But I'm not a dolphin." She sighed, gazing up wistfully at the surface, so far away. "I'm not comfortable down here."

"Then you won't be very good at water magic." Sandy sighed in return.

"But I want to be! I want to make fountains and dance with ribbons of water like those performers in Graile!" Aliya's ears perked up and she smiled. It was hard to believe the fennec was an adult. She behaved so much like a cub, still. And with so little modesty for someone who grew up in Gallena!

"Then I suppose you'll have to do what I tell you to." Sandy smirked triumphantly.

"I suppose." Aliya lowered her head in defeat, her delicate little curls swirling in a sudden, gentle current. The hem and sleeves of her robe gently fluttered.

Sandy reached up to tuck her hair behind her head, and reached her hands out to take Aliya by the arms, pulling them up in front of her. She stepped backwards along the bottom, pulling Aliya forwards off her feet, until she was floating on her front, and then put a hand underneath her stomach, keeping her from sinking belly-first onto the bottom, weighed down by the water in her lungs. Aliya smiled at her tutor, stretching out like an undersea ballerina.

"Put your hands together in front of your head, and look forward." Sandy instructed, patiently. "Imagine you are a worm. Each segment of your body is independant, and a gentle wave of motion will go through each segment until you complete a wriggle. The wave will start at your fingertips and end with a thrust of your feet."

Aliya started by shoving her hands and torso downwards, and Sandy tapped her, shaking her head. "Stop." Sandy nipped at her side. "You're forcing it. Your torso won't move until your hands and neck have gone down. This doesn't have to be a huge motion. You can do little tiny motions, and you'll still move. Actually, that's the best way to conserve energy."

Aliya nodded, her ears flicking slightly as she took this in. "This is so difficult. You make it look so powerful and forceful and..." Aliya paused, nervously, and Sandy grinned at her. "... Attractive?" The fennec finished hesitantly, shaking her head as if to clear it, looking forward again. Despite the light having turned turquoise from the depths, Sandy could see Aliya blushing.

"Concentrate your mind, Aliya, and relax. Swimming can be a meditative, calming experience. Try again." Sandy smiled up at her pupil.

The fennec woman sighed and rebalanced herself. She ducked her hands and head down, and then her torso dipped, ever so slightly, and her rear came upwards, and then her feet. Then her hands came up again, and she was soon wriggling like a worm. Sandy could see her surprise when she realized her feet were pushing against the water, and could see even more surprise on her face when she realized Sandy was not holding her anymore. Her form almost broke, but she remembered herself, and looked ahead, and continued. Sandy slowly shuttle-kicked her way along next to her student, watching her.

She was terribly exposed, of course. The hem of her robe was too short to offer much concealment from behind, or even to the side, and that was before the seabreeze fluttered it. Sandy would have to find her something more appropriate if her pupil was to not die of embarrassment during journeyman trials. She noted with approval that Aliya wasn't wearing any underlayers. Good, just like she had told her to. They hadn't had to resort to use of animal fat, but she did worry that the poor fennec woman was too cold. She certainly struck an attractive figure, though...

Aliya was too focused on her new, complicated swimming stroke to really pay attention to how Sandy was eyeing her rump. Sandy could see her gain confidence, start to deepen the stroke, make it more powerful, and soon she was cruising along, slowly learning to change directions. Sandy took up her own dolphin stroke next to her, matching her slow undulations with her pupil's almost perfectly. "So. It is not so hard when you get the rhythm, is it?"

"No. Not at all. I..." Aliya blinked. "This looked so much more complicated than it really was."

"You will find many of the basic things in life are like that. With this stroke I have swum under the surface great distances before ever getting fatigued. Magic can make you cut through the water down here even faster."

"Are you saying this is faster than traveling by road?" Aliya turned her head, her stroke breaking slightly as she looked at Sandy in surprise.

"When I am traveling along the coast, I swim, I don't walk." Sandy grinned. "Of course, magical flight is faster, but show me someone that can keep that up for as long as I can swim and I'll be very impressed."

Aliya pouted. "This seems so strange, so... unnatural! I am a desert creature, I do not travel by swimming underneath the surface like a dolphin!"

"If you stay with me, young fennec, you will." Sandy grinned at her. "You will practice this stroke for fifteen minutes each day, with breaks if you wish it. Then you'll practice for thirty at a time. After you have become comfortable with it, we will move on to casting spells while doing it."

"How will doing this help my magic, Miss Palmira?" Aliya folded her ears back, ceasing her kick and treading water in place. Sandy did likewise, coming to face her. Almost in unison, the two ceased kicking, and started to slowly sink back towards the ocean floor.

"Magic is an environmental thing, dear. It will come to you more easily when you meditate in the springs, and when you are cruising the depths." Sandy grinned. "Of course, the real reason, and I'll be honest here, is that I think most dabblers in the water college have no right to call themselves water mages of any sort if they cannot swim well. It will open doors for you, and it may save your life."

"I, ah... like in that story you told me about the Pretender Queen of the Deep, Nell?" Aliya blushed again as they sank.

Sandy peered at her curiously as her feet hit the ocean floor, and she half-crouched before slowly standing up again, Aliya doing likewise. "Yes. I won my battle with her because, despite her having the manastone and the Nexus of the Depths, I was, quite frankly, a better swimmer. And so I proved her egotistical claim very wrong. Why are you blushing?" She asked, bluntly.

Aliya blinked, suddenly reaching up a hand to fidget with her ear, rubbing the inner earfur. "I was... ah... I was just remembering the part where she pinned you down in the antimagic field and tried to drown you. I... don't think I'd fare as well as you if I ended up like that. The prospect scares me."

Arouses you, more like, Sandy snorted to herself. "If you learn my tricks, you'll fare as well as me. That I promise you."

"Thank you." Aliya glanced up at the surface again. "... Despite your warmth spell, I'm cold. Can we go?"

Sandy tucked her hair back behind her ears again, her muzzle splitting into a grin. "Only if you can dolphin to the surface."

Aliya pouted. Then she bent her knees and jumped off the bottom, pressing her hands forward, and she started to undulate her body again, this time more confidently. Her stroke faltered a few times before she found the rythym again. Sandy followed lazily afterwards.

After a few moments, Aliya felt something cold touch her on the rump, and her shriek resounded through the depths as she broke her stroke and flailed, spinning about. There was nothing there. Sandy wrapped her arms around Aliya's body, pulling her close, laughing, her cold nose pressing into one of the fennec's ears. The blush returned, this time deeper and redder. "This is the problem." Sandy spoke, low and seductive. "You are losing too much heat through your ears. You must stop blushing."

"I-I can't." Aliya stammered, wiggling slightly in Sandy's grip, her ears folding back. "I... I... Miss Palmira, I am..."

"What?" Sandy asked her, nipping at one of her eartips.

"... I am attracted to you. I-I think the cold and the depths have addled my senses. I-" Aliya stiffened, her tail flicking in surprise, her eyes widening. Sandy's hand had slipped between her bare legs, underneath the short hem of her robe, and was slowly rubbing at her.

"We must warm you up. I can't have you leaving the water and telling everyone that I am inhospitable, that mean old Expert Palmira didn't give you hospitality while dragging you about the ocean's depths." Sandy's voice was breathy, the warm water from her lungs tickling at Aliya's earfur.

"Miss Palmira, you are embarrassing me... I... Oh! I..." Aliya twitched fitfully as Sandy's hand found its mark. She blinked a few times, before her head turned, looking at the lustful face of her teacher, and Sandy saw her make her decision.

They kissed, her short little muzzle meeting the wolf's long one, their tongues interplaying as Sandy slowly rubbed and stroked at her, kicking her legs, dragging them upwards. Her fingers, warm as ever, pushed into Aliya's opening, and the fennec stiffened, her own legs hanging limp.

Aliya reached up to undo her robe, but Sandy stopped her with a hand upon her wrist. "You needn't take it off." She chuckled, slipping that hand, which was wound around Aliya's shoulder for support, into the neck of the robe, caressing and fondling at her student's breasts.

"I... I must get a different robe, I think." Aliya was blushing so heavily, and breathing so shallowly, that she looked about ready to pass out. Sandy took her hand off the fennec's breasts and slowly rubbed and scratched at her muzzle, soothingly, before putting it back in to rub and caress at her nipple.

"If you think this robe is sufficient, you've never swum with a young man, Aliya." Sandy grinned. "Breathe, now. Even with the spell, the water's a little more viscous..."

Aliya closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. Sandy spoke a word, and the fennec's eyes shot open, muzzle opening in surprise. The wolfess arched the jet of warm water that was issuing forth from her fingers upwards and at an angle, peeling Aliya's folds open with her other finds, letting warm water swirl deeply inside her. The fennec squirmed.

"What did I tell you about deep breathing, my pupil?" Sandy nosed one of her large ears, prodding the back of Aliya's head with her chin.

The fennec closed her eyes again, and took more slow, deep breaths, and let the last one out as a long, slow groan, her small muzzle parting and her ears pulling back as she melted back against her teacher.

"My, my." Sandy's hand came up from between Aliya's legs, and she looped it underneath Aliya's right arm to keep bracing her as they swam upwards. She curled her wrist towards her own muzzle, and licked it a few times before Aliya's nectar was washed away forever by the ocean. "You were very pent up."

Aliya let out a soft sigh, and started kicking her legs along with her teacher, her muzzle tilting upwards, eyes still closed. She wrapped her arms around her teacher's arms and swam along with her. Warm sunlight caressed their bodies. "I... did not believe the rumors about you, miss Palmira."

"At your cost." Sandy grinned.

Their heads broke the surface, and they both filled their lungs with air. Still embracing her pupil, Sandy licked the little fennec's nose. "Don't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret."

Aliya blushed, as if suddenly realizing what they had just done. "Can we... can we swim together again, sometime? Not teaching, just..."

Sandy's hand slipped inside her pupil's robe, rubbing at her chest. "Of course we can." Then she started shuttle-kicking towards the shore, soon curling her toes into the sand of the shore, setting her pupil down. "Let's get back to the academy and warm you up. Tomorrow we'll work on your swimming stroke again, and if you impress me there, well... We'll see if we can find some time."

Aliya blushed further, but Sandy could see eagerness in her eyes. "Y-yes..."

Sandy spoke a word, and the two dried off instantly. Then she took her pupil by the arm and led her along the beach. Together, the two walked back towards the academy. They spoke no further, parting ways to change and eat, but even at a distance, Sandy could feel her pupil's aura, and sense her longing.

"I suppose that's one way to get my students interested." She reflected to Mkoll, later, over dinner, rubbing at his leg with one bare foot.

"You've created a monster, it sounds like. Seduced a little fennec woman into the sea." He sipped his wine glass, regarding her over the rim of it.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Sandy smirked.

"It might be. She might get the wrong idea about you, you know." Mkoll raised an eyebrow between mouthfuls of chicken. Sandy watched his lips and fingers carefully to make sure he wasn't casting anything sneakily. Her lover could be quite the prankster.

"What, that she'll fall in love with me? I doubt it." Sandy laughed, after a moment of consideration. "Her heart might as well already belong to the first dashing young man she meets. Like you." She nudged her toeclaw into his leg, scratching at it.

"We shall see, I suppose." He rolled his shoulders noncomitally. "In either case, if she swims in that robe again, keep me away from her or things might get a little bit more complicated."

"She'd like you, you know." Sandy smirked.

"That's what I'm afraid of." Mkoll sighed and chuckled, putting the chicken bone aside and reaching across the table to take her hand. "Come to bed. I'll help you think of ways to keep her focused on her studies in the morning."

"I have a few ideas." Sandy yawned, taking his hand and standing. "We'll see how well they pan out."

"I don't want to know." Mkoll chuffed, nipping her on the ear as he pulled her in close, guiding her towards the bedroom. "I'll bet you a tenth of silver she still wears that nice robe of hers when you give her your 'personal' swim."

"Mmmmh... No bet." Sandy laughed, collapsing into bed atop him, shedding her robe with her lover's help.

"I didn't believe the rumors about you either when I first met you in person, you know." He spoke, as he slipped into her, putting his hands on her sides.

"At your cost." Sandy grinned down at him.

"At my cost." He agreed. And so she was sated.