Lake Rodney Sailor Song

The dog lingered behind her, a shadow made flesh as she padded into the shimmering waters. It was something like shame that sparked within him as she spoke, although he could not imagine why, and he turned his head away, eyes falling onto some distant place in the endless expanse of grass. His paws twitched, restless, the tips of his nails digging into the earth with a rigid body to match.

Filthy, filthy creature is he.

He shut his eyes tightly, his face contorting in an expression he quickly forced away, smoothing it over into some cold, unfeeling thing. When he reopened them, he found Eset in the lake, the urge to follow blooming within his chest. But the dirty paws wouldn't move, rooted to shore as though afraid the water might burn like something holy against his skin.

His voice, when he finally spoke, was cracked, and it was clear the emotional creature was fumbling with the ties of his mask,

When you dream, and you see us there, whose face is it when it is not his?