Greatwater Lake Was a shooter with the law

@Greyjoy

Dusk was coming, and Psamathe rose from a dip in the land, blinking sleep from her eyes. The consorts were keeping watch so the sirens could rest and ready themselves for their reunion with the Sea. A glance at the sky revealed that the sky was still devoid of its familiar silver disc. They were awaiting the blessing of their Moon Mother before leaving the lake and travelling to the destination that Psamathe would ultimately find for them. The enormity of this task sometimes loomed before her, but the nymph didn't doubt herself.

After shaking out her coat, she strode on swift legs to the water and plunged herself into it. Silent prayers flitted through her mind as she dunked under the still surface, sending bottom feeders scurrying. When she crested again, her eyes seemed to sparkle with a liveliness she lacked when she was ground-bound.

Soon, she would need to seek more answers in the lake's surface to guide her sisters north, but presently Psamathe wanted nothing more than to thoroughly bathe, feel the slight presence of her Mother, and possibly catch a fish or two.