Cedar Sweep like carillon bells, the house of Augustus rings

A good smell? Passerine raised her nose to the air and took a deep breath. She was no professional on the matter, but she could admit something did hang in the air here. She looked to the pale woman for a moment, before shaking her head in an answer.

Haven’t been here long. She rasped, working her throat after the words left it. The woman in the water was direct, at the very least. There was nothing Passerine hated more than pussyfooting around. 

She raised an imperious brow towards the top of her forehead. Her head lowered back to the water, swallowing another mouthful.

You? She asked across the water, voice sending ripples out just as much as her breath did.