Ouroboros Spine swima

With tiny clear droplets clinging to the fine hairs of her chin, a voice pierced the air in conversation. Directed to her. Pulling away to glance to up, a dark figure was wading ashore towards her. The instant her jadestone eyes fell on him, she felt a prickle of recognition. More so, did her breath hitch, her heart flutter a beat more rapidly. The hazel eyes. That dusty pink nose. And that tinted black coat.

It was him. The mystery male from many moons ago, when she had been lounging by the lake. Funny how much of her meet and greets had taken place near water. An element that seemed a constant in her life. She hadn't given his sudden disappearance since then much thought, if any. Only now did she realize that until this day, she had seen nor smelt no trace of him. And Keyni surprised herself in what was almost a feeling of elation at seeing him again. Despite never having exchanged names. Nor a single word, until now.

Inwardly steadying herself to keep composed, and more forcibly to slow the wag of her tail from a gentle wave to a full blown whirlwind, she offered her classic sweet, yet contained humble smile. "The run off from the ice does help." She chuckled. "But before long we won't have to be so choosy about our spot at the lakeside." Her eyes held his for a moment, and then drifted up to admire the still scant branches of trees, now dotted with buds, ready to burst open in a few weeks time. "I welcome the coming weeks of Spring. It is a beautiful season..."