Beachside Party
((Many apologies for not seeing this sooner! Can't believe I didn't notice these posts.))
The balloons let fly at Misha slow to a crawl in mid-air as they get closer and closer, time seeming to slow down... no, it's just them. About five feet from her, they just sort of hover in mid-air as Misha looks up and spies the likely pair who threw them. With a catty grin, she flicks a finger at the pair of balloons and they pop instantly, the water in them soaking the ground from the explosive strain they were put under. An admonishing finger-wag later and the nereid goes back to handing out packets of balloons to any and all, proving ably that she's not above outright cheating to keep herself high and dry.
Those who might recognize her as the person who ended the last beachside party with a miniature tsunami might realize how fruitless a watery assault will be.