Moonstone Quarry black vultures circling the sky

Frøya observed the male, water still dripping from her chin, as he passed her by and circled around the edge of the pool. It was as if he was purposefully trying to get away from her, or ignore her entirely. The young female's shoulders stiffened and her hackles lifted only briefly as she glared across to him, her deep orange eyes not hiding her displeasure. 

As far as Frøya was concerned she had done nothing to offend him, so again, she was forced to put his behaviour down to his wounded pride. With a disgruntled huff of her nose, the dark female turned her face away and then placed her back to him, ignoring him just as he had chosen to ignore her. A frown still pulling at her face, she refocused her attention back towards the crystalline clear waters. 

It was so beautiful the way it shimmered and glistened, the water so clear she could spy the rockbed underneath, one that was scattered with pale stones that too seemed have a shine all of their own. Intrigued, the female leaned in closer, her nose hanging above the water as she balanced precariously on the edge of the bank. Further she leaned, her orange eyes straining to see more of the strange stones which lay beneath the water, and further still, until — SPLASH!!! — her body plummeted into pool, water rising up to crash down all around her. 

Now she stood, her body trembling from the cold, drenched wet and thoroughly unimpressed.