Arrow Lake jusqu'à demain

She was not alone for long in her wandering—his voice reached out to her through the depths, stealing away whatever daydream thoughts lingered. If not for the varying shades of ash in his coat and the unusual shade of his eyes she may have mistaken him for another cut from her own. He was imposing, rightfully so even, and doubt threatened to clout where uncertainty bloomed.

"Hello," she offered in turn, trying to pull a disarming, friendly smile together. Would he be like the girl at the borders of Rusalka, stern and direct? Disapproving even, that she dared to come close to their borders without any sense of what she was doing and why. But she had yet to be turned away in these wilds with teeth set to flesh, only in words.