Greatwater Lake A story to tell

"Charming," Wraen replied and smiled at Shivali. By now it occurred to her that the person she had met was not so fluent in the language and therefore any complex speeches and ideas and long ramblings should be avoided. This would be hard - worth a sigh - but she would try her best. After all choosing and saying only the words that mattered was sort of a training too. 

"Wraen," she gave her own name, though for a moment it felt like they had introduced themselves earlier. Perhaps not and this feeling was just a leftover memory from other encounters. "Let's go here," she told the other and started at a quick, determined pace towards the Eastern corner of the lake. 

Here and there she stopped to sniff the ground and follow some tracks, often she cast a glance over to her companion to make sure that she was still there, and then resumed her way.