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Sirrush was a dragon – and Anya had said to me that he was part of the Water Court of Fey. Though not Royalty, h e was a creature gifted in both the water and in the air. You see, Sirrush also had the talent of flying. (Not all dragons could fly. Just like not all dragons could hide their appearance with cloaking. Sirrush could fly, but couldn’t cloak himself with invisibility .) Another sensation of dread washed through me again. Awww crap. Am I going to sprout wings soon? So far, I hadn’t noticed any scales growing (Thank God), but wings could get a bit tricky to disguise. I silently freaked out about this new revelation, but I tried to calm myself because logically, I knew I probably wouldn’t suddenly grow wings. Anya or Brennan would have told me something like that. Wouldn’t they?  Nick finally let go of the buoy, fully recovered from the laborious swim. A look of concern spread across his face as he asked, “Hey, you okay?” Shoot. I guess I kind of spaced out there for a while during my sudden realization of my new “gift” of swimming super-power from Sirrush . Oh boy. Say that ten times fast. Swimming super-pow er from Sirrush …I shook my head at my own distracting thoughts and silently scolded myself. Stay in the moment , Ruby!
    “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Just a little tired from that swim I guess,” I chuckled uneasily, as I grabbed onto the buoy, hoping my little lie seemed believable. I guess being able to swim really fast isn’t so bad. I mean, it could come in handy one day…if I ever had to get away from another dragon…or perhaps a runaway shark? Hey! Maybe I can make the Varsity Swim Team this year at school! I tried to nonchalantly look over my arms and feel around my neck, just to make sure I didn’t have scales or gills…When Harry Potter grew those weird gi lls on the side of his neck in The Goblet of Fire , that really grossed me out. Fah-reeeaky . Okay. Everything seemed normal. No gills or scales … yet.
    We chatted a bit and then swam back towards shore. This time, I made an extra effort to swim more slowly. It felt like I was hardly moving, but it was kind of nice to be able to keep up with Nick and talk, and laugh, and not worry about the effort of trying to move through the water. I t was as if I just kind of floated along . (I suppose I was swimmi ng; I just wasn’t really aware of it , and I certainly wasn’t ae robically challenged in any way) E very so often, I pretended to catch my breath and splash around a little bit, to make it look like I was doing more than I really was. It seemed like a small flick of my feet, a wiggle-swish of my hips and I would jet forward with no problems at all!
    Nick and I played in the surf and gradually made our way back to our towels, collapsing on our lounge chairs from exhaustion. Well, he was exhausted. I was kind of faking it. Honestly, I wasn’t really tired after all that time in the water. (Although, I should have been.) After a little soft kissing (I was way too embarrassed for much more than that) , we settled back o nto our own chairs and just lai d in the su n. R elaxing deeply , I listened to the waves lapping the shore, watched seagulls soaring over us , and felt the cool breeze tickle my skin. 
    I must have dozed off for a few minutes, because , before I knew it, I heard Anya and Brennan approaching. Well, I couldn’t really hear Anya…she’s as dainty and graceful as a butterfly floating down the beach. But I did hear Brennan shouting and scuffling along. “ Yo ! Nick! Brought the foot ball! You wanna go?” he yelled. I sat forward, held my hand up to shade my eyes and squinted in the sun to see them approaching.  Anya was in her yellow tankini and had a humongous beach bag draped over her shoulder . Brennan followed in blue and white Hawaiian-print board shorts , his towel was draped around his neck and he was tossing a football up in the air.
    “Sure thing!” Nick hollered back. He leaned over to give me a