Greatwater Lake The chances, the changes are all yours to make

She had returned to the forest briefly, but could not shake the desire to roam. Parvati did not know what prompted this subtle shift within her — she had always been a curious creature and upon her discovery of these wilds she had grown immensely fond of them, but was now thoroughly rooted to the woods. Maybe it was a sign that she was adapting to her new home? To roam was not a bad thing; the study of the natural world was keeping her mind sharp.

As she delved north through the forest, then away from it, the feeling of the spring wind against her cheeks made her smile. It was a chilly day even for the season, and Parvati watched the sky for fear of rain — but she was not trained in such things, and merely took note of the cloud-cover and pressed on. When the hillside petered out to a declination, then the lakeside, Parvati had to stop and stare at the magnificent view.

Water, going on for miles.

Something so rare and luxurious for the people back home — something that people fought wars over, coveted and rationed, summoned with prayer. The only thought to drift through her mind (beside the electric sense of shock) was something rapturous; for once, she wished she knew what to say before the greatness of the wadj-wer.

Parvati was broken from her reverie a few moments later when the sound of movement caught in her ears. She looked to and fro across the bank, then spotted a grim pale figure in the distance. Her eyes had washed over with a thin layer of tears which she rapidly blinked away, thus the obscured boy became whole in her eyes - but she did not move from her place on the bank, still so very, very stunned.