Stone Circle Bobcaygeon

A turn.

A clash of blue upon orange akin to electricity. The man held steadfast, taking in the woman's soft features, her striking gaze and lithe frame drifting along the water. It half reminded him of the sirens from Yuelong, living in the salty liquid as if it was land itself.

He watched as pain sounded past her lips, small and barely noticeable to his ears, which had the man swiveled at that, alert, and slowly stepped forward to the waters edge in a languid gate. His eyes never leaving her as mud squished below his toes, forced out by the weight of his nature.

He dropped his chin to the surface as she did, partaking in his own thirst till the drops of water spilled from his jaws. "What be your name?" he questioned, voice hushed but still rumbling loudly within his breast.