Arrow Lake shine on

Movement along one of the mountain ridges drew Rue's eye. Her gaze lifted to settle upon Mahler, who was looking even more statuesque than usual upon such a lofty perch. Rue was not a woman who smiled easily, but there was a certain warmth in her expression as she regarded the Kapitän. Her tail waved invitingly as she watched the man descend.

Once the gargoyle climbed down from his spire, he spoke. Rue's capacious ears swiveled forward to capture and covet every word. She had not been in Diaspora long, but she had observed enough to know that Mahler's speech was a rarity. 

"Well, thank you," she answered, her quiet tones almost overwhelmed by the distant crash of the waterfall. "It's peaceful here, and that's.. refreshing. Healing, even." Truly, it was the fresh start she had been desperately craving since the tragic events surrounding the Plateau's disbandment. 

"But I do think it's missing something," Rue led, sweeping her gaze across the still, glassy surface of the lake.