Serpent Lake my own summer

The desertborne girl had never been the type to let her defenses fall, not even for a moment. Her ear flicked at the sound of water shifting, and she turned her neck from where she relaxed within the stream. Searching the riverbed, the dot of a shadow landed within her gaze. It's head was bowed, clearly drinking. Then, it was looking upwards. At the sky, but what for?

Hira watched quietly, sitting in place. She shuffled her body around so that she'd be able to perceive the figure comfortably, rather than craning her neck. Eyes squinted. Nose almost wrinkled—from focusing too hard, or from the former frustration? This man was big, no doubt. And she... well, she would pale in comparison. This was not someone she could take her anger out on today.

What a shame.

So, she'd watch silently. Waiting; observing.

To see what he would do next.