Lake Bismuth swimming in a fish bowl

A stranger was splashing about up ahead, and Hira wasn't yet sure whether this man would bring entertainment or frustration with how he had been causing a ruckus. The sly girl trotted towards him, dipping from puddle to puddle as she had been, and watched him—from a distance, of course. She wasn't mad.

He was playing with the clay, his pelt disorderly and, overall, just quite the mess. The princess could relate in that sense, so drawing closer, she jumped up on the rocky path that sat a few inches away, so that she could still speak to the man, should she wish.

And, oh, she did wish! Or did she? Resentment still twinged deep within her bones, but she could ignore it for now, should this moment not drag on too long.

So, a quick: Hello, was delivered. She observed him with squinted eyes and a confused pout. Her tone was almost judgemental. What are you doing? Ah, not so nice! Manners! She'd be sweeter next time, surely.