Kildeer Rest i. "render these mutterings of an unspoken heart"

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Time drug its heels in protest as it slowly passed, the elf a steadfast figure in its presence as seconds lengthened into hours under the water's hypnosis. The school once more forgot its fear of the unfamiliar obstruction in their routine and drew from the shadows to flit tantalizingly out of reach as they considered. 

In the end the curious odors emitted by her submerged coat, the alluring fibers caught within, drew an unfamiliar species within her grasp. Elve shot forward a second time, the slippery bluegill evading her clutches and escaping to swim freely another day. 

Thoroughly soaked by this point, and beginning to grow cold, the sami was in the process of giving up her efforts when the uncertain timbre of a female's tones drew her attention. Long, tattered ears fluttered in response as cyan optics saught the silvery form of the woman just before she remembered her upbringing. 

Pale paw wavering in the air, halted in the process of clambering free of the wade when the stranger approached, the healer pulled herself free of the waters and gave a mighty shake of her sodden locs - careful to avoid drenching her new companion with the spray. 

Head ducked instinctively, the sami girl shifted into a vaguely submissive posture. They were both solitary women on unclaimed ground but still, politeness called for some matter of respect. 

"This woman greets you," she murmured in her native tongue, blinking sea optics sheepishly as realization washed over her. This silverquick femme was unlikely to know the language of the Sampi region. 

"I greet you," she reiterated with a small smile, piebald plume wagging in welcome. 

"That is most kind of you; please, join me," Elve answered gratefully, striding forward to touch her pink nose to the woman's shoulder kindly. 

"This woman is called Elve," she introduced with a slight incline of her golden crown for the other to follow her back to the strand of trees.