Greatwater Lake lady of the lake

She was simply strolling. Enjoying the moment, enjoying the sun as he watched her tip up her head and drink in it's rays of light. He smiles to this, for sun and sand is what Naberius cherished, what he had been born to and where he would die. 

She decides then to settle then on a rock, basking as a reptile might. His dark face lifts to her thickly accented voice, sunburst eyes meeting her dark ones, so dark they nearly looked black from this angle and distance. 

Every day, I think. After all, he was from the land of Sun and Sand. It was only his nature. They say for his people, the sun brought them to life and sand ran through their veins. Not entirely true, but was poetic either way. 

Your accent- I've not heard it before. She was indeed a foreigner, but weren't they all at some point or another, lest they were born here? Where is it you come from, lady of the lake?