Heron Lake Plateau you're an ancient ruin, a symbol of hubris and decay

Her tail waved when he agreed - the closest thing to a happy, clapping dance that Mag was likely to perform. She saw the look he gave the water and almost laughed at him, but she knew how fragile the male ego was, and besides - they were friends, and that would have only disheartened him.

I'll give ya one fer free! Came her compromise, as she settled upon the bank, in a spot she meant to truly pull weeds, and reeds, and anything else that floated by, to pass the time.

If ya sit still and quiet, they'll forget about us bein' here. You'll hear 'em before ya see 'em. Especially now, in the dark. The silly things were always the loudest at night when they thought themselves safe.

The look she passed him then was one of encouragement, motioning for him to go and to try.