Black Morass lacus

Hm. Just an observation. She shrugs, pulling back and skipping around the edge of the water, halting abruptly on the opposite end. He sighed, he tried to ignore her.

Can't have that now, could we.

Well y'could put on more of a show. She drawled teasingly, eyes of cardinal-red locked onto him now, as her head lowered down to hang between pearly forelimbs, braced on either side, tensed to—

jump.

She hit the water with a small splash, sending a small wave in her wake, shattering the stillness, the monotony he once enjoyed. No more!

Wretched silver drifted through the water, stopping once her face was right in his own, her attention on the scars that marked his face. How'd'ya get these? She queried, almost innocently, intrigue alight in the red of her eye.