Greatwater Lake But my makeup's ruined

Trotting not far behind him, Zaahira peers from behind a tree, slithering up to Khaba's side once more. A clearing gives way to a lake, which felt larger than life itself. Crystalline and quiet, seemingly a sanctuary from otherworldly trials. 
Oh, how breathtaking.
Her nose falls to the ground momentarily. A flurry of scents of various origin, some stronger than others, but all belonging to this land. 
She bows her head to her escort, body low to the ground and tail maintaining a slow sway, hitting the backs of her heels. Her own pride had no place here. She would be polite, should anyone who resides here have questions about her presence.