Arrow Lake what reflections reveal

Mictec offered a curt nod, feeling the pressure of fatigue on her back. Her hind legs quivered slightly which forced her to take a seat, knowing that any chance for self preservation meant she could not push her luck and instigate a fight.

"Si, I come from very far away. This lake, it reminds me of one by my village-" the words got caught her throat, feeling the pain that what was once her village no longer wished to be part of her twisted tale. "Of a place I used to know."

As her ears begun to rest against her head she looked towards the other, extending the olive branch the way she had seen her abuela do so many times. "My name is Mictēcacihuātl, but you can call me Mictec."