Serpent Lake הזר

for a while, she is reactionless. izaiah convinces himself for a moment that he must be dreaming; hallucinating a vision in the desolation he had faced thus far. his arm is removed from the river once more, and his tongue smooths over it in an attempt to dry himself off.
and then, she moves. she stills, drops to the ground, and then raises herself up again.
bewildered by this... perplexing behavior, a tiny huh? sounds from izaiah's lips. he squints, turning now so that his back is no longer facing her; preparing himself for an ambush, or perhaps something else. he's still not entirely sure this figure is real.
he clears his throat after the silence stretches far beyond his comfort level, one tall ear rotating to cup the side of his skull. my name is izaiah, he swallows his obvious accent, forcing the most neutral voice he can muster. who... are you?