Dragoncrest Cliffs holy fire, blessed waters

mireille shook her head. she could not truly conceive of still water. there was a body of it arcing through sapphique but her eyes had always been for the sea. "apprentice? who do you practice wid?" she had no reason to be jealous and yet she was, that druid was becoming someone far away from her.
"i'll ask then," she declared. the meadow was dwindling. the entry to the tunnel which led to the beach was becoming apparent against the rimed grass.
"what kind of fish do you be havin' in de lagoon?" she asked. she had been apprised of sharks and whales and dolphins, but did not mention them. what if she terrified druid?