Duck Lake not all treasure is silver and gold

@Alessia <3

So many leagues she had placed between herself and the distant, cerulean blue waters of her home, and so many miles she had traveled over dry land... you'd think she'd grow accustomed to it, maybe even learn to enjoy and appreciate it... Yet, like a moth to flame, the young lass once more found herself upon the shores of a major body of water, as if her travel weary paws were divinity rods in disguise and could never be far from it.

Of course, this was a lake, she observed with a dull gaze and tight lipped frown, not the ocean, and it's all-too-still waters and salt-depraved air were clear indicators of such, the likes of which the sea-fairing girl could only scoff and pityingly shake her head at... but it would do for now. Besides, she needed a drink, and fresh water was much better for that. Not to mention the abundance of waterfowl she often caught flitting around in the corners of her eyes, which would make for lovely meals if she felt up to the task, or the sounds of lively splashing she flicked her muddy ears to every now and then, suggesting the presence of fish in the water.

So, perhaps this wasn't the coast, but as far as random locations to end up in went, she could certainly do worse.

After languidly strolling through the newfound area, emerald eyes curiously scanning for danger and wonder alike, she brought herself to the lake's edge (notably disturbing a small gathering of ducks nearby) and peered at her reflection in the crystaline waters for a moment before leaning down to take a sip. She looked neither better or worse since the last time she'd examined herself, the youth's russet pelt as disheveled as always and the rugged-looking scar that streaked her face as evident as could be, but appearances never really mattered to her, not so much as having a keen eye and sharp wit.