Lost Creek Hollow "what did the fish say..."

"Hadn't thought of that," Ilya responded, flicking her tail with wonder, ears perking. "Perhaps there was something closer that I didn't see," she shrugged. She walked on, thinking a little bit.

Ilya's blue eyes narrowed as they walked, and she glanced into the water every now and then. Every time she looked, she noticed her reflection, and she did her best to ignore it. The pink scar under her jaw was easily seen from the angle, and she despised seeing it. But every time she looked away, she wanted to look back at the rushing water, getting lost in its beauty.

She huffed, looking away for good.

"It isn't far," she commented, looking on. The landscape sloped a little, but she could smell the fishy scent of the beavers, she assumed Mordecai could as well. She wagged her tail a little and looked to him, hoping to spark up a little bit of conversation. "Have you ever actually seen a beaver dam?" she asked, padding beside him. "I saw one last year, I believe. They're quite incredible. I've never actually thought about them having to build it but, well, it's amazing," she couldn't help but ramble a little, but she black fae was somewhat taken back by the beavers. Hell, the most she'd done was dig a hole for a den; it was a nice den, mind you, but nothing compares to dragging around trees.