She kept her arms out to the sides, enjoying the swooping sensation as they drew closer to the lake. Mabel couldn't help but gasp in delight as she saw the moon reflected in the calm waves of water. She seemed to be struck speechless and forgot to keep her arms even as they descended. "Oh my," She marveled, her hands coming back to grip the broom. The water looked so placid, so smooth that she wanted to lean forwards and see if she could disrupt it with her hand.

But all too suddenly, the broom tipped and the water was coming too close. Before she knew what was happening she felt a gust of wind force the broom at an odd angle. "Dory!" She yelped, calling out his name as she completely lost balance and pitched over the side of the broom. Later she would thank the lord, it wasn't a long fall, but she was still reaching out to him by the time she hit the water.

She gasped at the immediate chill that covered her entire body, and choked as she inhaled a mouthful of water. Oh no... "Dory!" Where was he? She kicked as much as she could, turning so she was aimed towards what she thought was the thin outline of the shore just up ahead. Try as she might, her skirts swirled around her legs, tangled and useless. Mabel could feel herself being weighed down. She kicked once more, thanking God that she wasn't wearing wool but simple, lightweight linen.

The lighter fabric didn't make her struggle any easier though, as the layers tangled between her legs. She kicked again, searching around for Dory. It was only when she felt a resistance at the bottom of her skirt that she realized she was caught on something.

"Dory!"

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