Neverwinter Forest Weeping willow

Swirling, part of the lake.

She hoped desperately for this to be but a child's imagination. Yet she feared that if she wrote it off, that if she did nothing but whisk it all away, then there might be something important lost.

Amber eyes stared at the rotting fish, at the soft shore wanting to lap it back into itself.

She tried desperately to recall if she had ever seen her sister swim. She recalled times of her sunbathing by their birth home's lake but...swimming? She struggled to think of it.

Maybe.

She whispered.

I am the sister of Aunty Ariadne.

Did spirits speak to him now when she said that?