Big Salmon Lake [PHE] wyrmwood

not in search of a swim, yet braved the waters anyway. the exact mutter of words was not fully digested, for the crownbearer held focus to the cautious steps that now rung out ripples.

hunting. honey-sweet gaze trailed past the girl to the distant noise of celebration. a hunt, how splendid! "i'm embarrassed to admit we are rather late in our arrival," a feigned token of regret teasing her words.

"have many arrived before us?" a question cast to the girl with a candied lure. "i do hope we are not the last." a gentle step taken toward the child as the last word swept from the edge of her lips.