Greatwater Lake i was born sick

It wasn't often such an aesthetically pleasing specimen found her; a slight smile curved Samaantine's lips as she glanced up. At least if she was to be annoyed, there was a view included. She resisted the urge to snort at his question. Perhaps if she was at the ocean's shore— but she was not.
Samaantine moved from the lake's edge to close some of the distance between herself and the pale stranger. I'll swim when I return to the ocean, She returned as she drew nearer, leaving a few feet between them. Why do you ask? Not that she assumed it was more than idle conversation because for some reason no one around here knew how to let a stranger exist in peace, but— maybe he'd have an interesting answer.