Serpent Lake look toward your golden towers

Her legs carried her far. Far enough to see the sky twist from blackness to colors. Blue, purple, orange (her mind wanders to Maegi) and pink. Brilliant shades that made her look drab in the morning light. She could not blend in here. A dark blemish against the lake's edge.

So was someone else.

Although where she had been a dark blemish, they were stark. Grays that dared to highlight the colors of the morning. She had to contemplate if it's right to disturb them, so early in the day. They seemed awake though. Standing there with perhaps morning grogginess? She couldn't tell from this distance. Her legs carried her closer. Enough to perhaps be spotted as well by the stranger. If they did not spot her well she'd announce her presence. A weak whuff slipping out from her jaws.