Duck Lake Follow your heart, little child of the west wind

"You are more than welcome to fish here. I'll try to stay quiet for you." The lady lowered her tone in demonstration, then giggled. Oh spirits, what was that? Selena clamped her teeth together, silently feeling mortified that she uttered such a sound. She hadn't giggled since she was a girl. It was unbecoming she was told.

"I am not. I guess, not yet anyway." She looked from the direction Sandulf gestured, back to him, and then to the water. "Still figuring out where I am going. Where I am supposed to be." She didn't feel like preaching of the spirits today, so she fell silent still watching the placid lake with hard coal eyes. "So, what kind of fish are you hoping to catch, Sandulf?" Selena stayed focused on the water as her body was pulled near the edge of it, peering over just to meet her own reflection.