Yin Xu allowed herself to simply float in the water, occasionally sweeping her tail to keep the current from moving her too far from her spot. This was perfect. A natural rift along the ocean floor was sending up a constant stream of warm water and bubbles, a thin veil running for several yards in almost a perfect line. She could already picture it in her head, the feeling of elation as she finished a race and sailed across the line, the rush of warmth on her muscles, the playful bubbles tickling her fins.
Yes, this was a perfect finish line. And now she just needed someone to race against. That could come later though, for now she had a course to map out, with a finish line like this no simple linear race would do!
