Arrow Lake i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;

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Eleuthera never really knew what her intentions were, as she bumbled her way about in this world. In fact, up until finding herself with the Faeries of the Willows, Eleuthera probably hadn’t done anything because she intended to in her entire life. Everything, Séamus had always said, was a happy accident for her — or maybe it was that she always had her pale, lighthearted brother to abscond her away from the bad parts of the world. They were travelers — they had seen the good and bad of the world, and thankfully, the bad had left her untouched.

But just because she was now down a brother and called permanent home in the mountains one more, didn’t mean she had grown any more sense than before. She did things because she felt like doing them; because it resonated with her somewhere deep inside. A keenly honed source of intuition is what led her and she followed the opportunities that the universe provided her, along with whatever made her blood rush a little faster, a little hotter. She hoped her good fortune would not fail her now, as she felt the small rivers of water weave a map upon her throat and chest, almost shamelessly performing and playing with him. She wondered what he would do next.

 It was always the mystery of the unplanned that always grabbed her, and held her tight.

However, the answer was apparently, nothing. Revui did nothing. In the stead of his reaction, Eleuthera pealed a small giggle and pulled her chin back in towards a neutral position. “I try to remember days like this, when it is the dead of winter and i’m chilled to the bone." Then, she dipped a small, pointed paw into the river, wetting this part of herself too, and then reached her forelimb out away from her and pressed the pad of her paw against Revui’s shoulder, dragging it down the broad curve of his musculature much like a painter’s inkbrush against canvas. Her artistry carved a thin, dark line against the grey of his pelt. 

Eleuthera shimmied back a step or two, and admired her work. with a laugh and a smile, Eleuthera darted away into the brush, unsure if Revui would follow her. When he didn't she shrugged, and continued on her way back to the willows.