Meadowlark Prairie countess

Nephele cast the woman a glance as she slowed, sidling up beside her to peer at the silver flash of scaled skin in the water. She tipped her head to the side, adapting a gargoyle stance to peer over into the stream.

Can they hear us? She said in a hissed whisper, still eyeing the fish as though they were aliens come to invade her world and dreams. She caught a glimpse of a watery eye trained on her and shivered.

Creepy little things.