Ondinea had wandered the lands around her home all her life. She knew every tree, rock, stream, and pond as far as the eye could see from atop the highest mountain. She lived alone and had not seen another person in the surrounding lands since she was a young girl. The last she had seen was her grandmother, who left to join the forest once Ondinea had learned all she could to tend the land. Though she didn't understand what her grandmother meant, she could see that she was happy, and Ondinea felt no fear at her departure. She knew how to care for the valley and where to pick the best berries. She also looked forward to exploring the lands further and getting to know every inch of the land.
After years of discovery, Ondinea felt that she had reached her goal and began thinking about going beyond the mountains in search of others next spring. However, one day while traveling home from a long afternoon of gathering fruits and flowers from the valley she found herself unable to find her lifelong dwelling. Bewildered, she decided to retrace her steps and find her way home. She laughed to herself as she headed toward the stream, trying to remember the last time she had lost her way so thoroughly. The day's forage had taken her farther than expected, but she was still confident in finding her way home.
As Ondinea headed downhill to find the stream that would lead her home she noticed that the woods had grown thicker than she remembered, but continued to push onward. As she pushed through a particularly thick hedge of blueberries the ground suddenly gave way from beneath her and she felt herself go tumbling down through the brambles of pines and nettles that covered a steep bank. The foliage tore at her clothes and whipped at her skin as she crashed through the thickets. Through her awareness of the stinging that was steadily spreading over her body, Ondinea managed to wonder at where she must be, as the valley in which she had done the day's gathering was a gradual slope all the way to the ridge and contained no steep drops that she was aware of. This thought was shattered as she was suddenly flung into the open air and slammed to the ground, losing consciousness.
Ondinea came to, and tried to recall the events that had lead her here, but the aches from her fall, that she didn't quite remember, distracted her from contemplating the prelude to her position. Slowly standing, she felt her wounds and found nothing broken or badly bleeding. Relieved and intact, she at once became aware of her surroundings.
She stood on a narrow, sandy bank of a large pond, which was mostly lined by rocks and moss, with a thin waterfall falling onto a stone shelf, that just touched the surface of the water on the opposite side of the pool. The beach she stood on sloped into dazzling blue-green water, which was smoother than glass despite the water that was sliding into the pool from the stone shelf.
Wanting to clean herself of the fresh wounds, Ondinea headed around to the waterfall along the supply enmossed stones lining the lake. The water rained down from high above, yet fell gently across the stone shelf in a welcoming fashion. She undressed and laid her tattered clothes nearby, then stepped into the showering falls. The water was cool on her skin, which dimpled as she leaned her head back to wet her auburn hair and sate her thirst. It tasted clean, and soothed her scrapes as it ran down her slender frame. Using a small patch of nearby moss she cleaned her body of the dirt and dried blood. Surprisingly, it felt as if her wounds were healing while she scrubbed the grime away from her skin. Feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, she walked out of the falls toward the poolside; her wet, olive skin shimmering in the late afternoon sun that came down through the treetops.
Ondinea could see clearly to the bottom of the sand-lined pond, and dipped her toes in to find that it felt much warmer than the waterfall in which she had cleaned herself. Ondinea slid herself gently into the pool and the warm, silky water felt like skin sliding over her legs, stomach, breast, and face. The sensation was overwhelming as she surfaced, and she found herself breathing heavily and sinking her feet into the sand, looking for something to steady herself. She thought for a moment of the stories her grandma would tell her, about Elementals of the forest who lived within various webs of life that made up the land. According to her grandmother, each animal, plant, and element of the land played a unique role in the story of life, and the sprites and fairies that she spoke of were born from these memories. As much as she loved the stories, her musings on childhood tales drifted away as Ondinea became more at ease in the warm water.
Feeling relaxed, she laid her head back and floated on the surface with unnatural ease. It felt as though she was sliding across the skin of a lover, and in these new musings, she felt the blood rush to her womanhood. The thickness of the surrounding wood made her feel very at home in this warm and soothing respite, and she spread her arms and legs wide, enjoying the silky touch of the water around her.
After some time, she could almost swear that the water itself seemed to be lapping gently between her legs, and she became intensely aware of a sensitivity and responsiveness in her body, which she had only played at understanding by herself in the past. The rushing of blood to her vulva hardened her cliterous, and her breasts heaved out of the water as she breathed in deeply at the sensation of warm silkiness washing over her. As she reveled in the excitement and novelty of this experience, the water began moving more than when she arrived, yet she felt at ease and relaxed back into the water.
