Arrow Lake Drifters

as the shadow approached and materialized into a clearer figure, it became apparent that he was injured which sent a bolt of tension along her frame. 

injured people were often desperate ones. desperation could turn the kindest face into a monstrous one. 

yet, she remained fixed to her place along the shore, watching the man draw to her. viridescent optics were the only part that moved, tracking his progression coolly. 

the morë-wilin did not appear to wish her harm, however. in fact, he seemed more at risk for harming himself as he drifted sluggishly to her. 

aiwë cast a sweeping glance across their surroundings. 

"a lake," she offered, though it was regretful rather than sarcastic. she knew no more than he. 

"can I help you?" this too was abrupt and blunt, but the words were gentle. despite herself, a glint of concern flitted across her features.