Alpine Lake the stars shine for you, only you

She does not respond to his question, leading him away from their shelter for night, instead offering a second verse to her song creating an enigmatic feel to the atmosphere around them as he is left in the proverbial dark on what it is she wishes to show him. Mate assumes, freely though, that as there is no panic and further no sense of real urgency that it is not anything “serious”; as in lives depended upon that she rouse him from half slumber. The trees give way to a vast lake and she offers the view before him in a grandeur gesture on a voice softened to breathy wisp. Bright, apple green gaze takes in the vast stretch of lake before the pair and subconsciously he steps forth as it mirrors the night sky, melding as if it is one as opposed two very distinct entities. “I feel as if I could touch the heavens,” So perfectly crafted was the water mirror that when he steps forth and dips his toes in the water sending small ripples across it’s reflective surface the stars blur and shudder from the motion but the image does not lose it’s magic. Of course he knows he cannot touch the stars but this is close and his imagination is still strong enough to appreciate it.

“Thank you for showing this to me.” Mato turns his gaze to her, then, offering her a tug of his lips into a warm smile. “It is beautiful.” The druid speaks it out loud though he distinctly feels that he does not need to.