Greatwater Lake 'cause i don't believe in the things that i do

A spectre hung back along the water; Riley studied the waif curiously. A slimlined build, intersected by the scent of what he could only guess was slow-healing wounds.

Drawn from the water he'd been supping by Zephyr's presence, Riley placed his gaze along the silver-arc of Zephyr's frame -- interested, but not enough to move from his spot along the bank.