Two Rivers Isle Absinthe is the aphrodisiac of the self

How she had not noticed Burke lurking around- she had no clue, but shock was visible on her face as he came storming into the scene. She had not been thinking- wanting to help more than anything in her life, and had foolishly let the male know they knew Meldresi. She had wanted to tell she was dead, had this whole backstory thought out of how they might know this, but she supposed it was a little risky. Burke had stopped her from helping the enemy- just in time too. She had wanted to tell the man so much, silly her. This way she wasn't protecting her family at all. Bad, bad Malice.

She looked away when Burke shot her an angry glance, instead getting occupied with a fish close to her legs. She had not moved for a while, perhaps that was why the fish trusted her legs to be part of the river. She wasn't hungry however, and let the poor thing be, shaking her leg and watching it swim away. Yes dear... Was the only thing she could mutter as her fake name was spoken, climbing out of the river onto Arthendal land, her tail dangling and dripping between her hind legs. She did not see them as doomed, however. She doubted Miraak, the old man with probably a memory like a goldfish, to tell any details about this when or if he reached the Brotherhood.

She shook her pelt from left to right a few times, already feeling the summer sun through her dark, mixed coat of chocolate and dark honey. The more she thought about it, the more she began to realize she hadn't fucked up that bad. If the male still thought that they thought that Meldresi was alive, they couldn't have been around since her death. A small smile flickered on her face for a few moments before disappearing. How was she going to explain that to Burke though, now that he was so angry? She didn't feel the urge to say goodbye to Miraak, instead watching as he retreated to wherever the hell he came from. Coincidence? She didn't think so. This was fate.