Broken Antler Fen Absolute zero

"You do know that the last guy, who fell in love with his reflection, got cursed?" Wraen asked Tambourine, after she had spotted him sitting by the riverbend and peering pensively in the water. "And Narcissus - that's the name of the guy - became a beautiful spring flower, but I do not think that you would make much of a handsome plant," she pulled his leg in a good-natured manner, not intending to insult him the least. Had she suspected that this guy had no sense of humour, she would not have ventured in these waters, of course. 

"A rock - maybe," she told him, giving a once-over look and sitting down a short distance away from him. "Or... a tree stump? What would you like to be? That's - out of curiousity - witches and nymphs usually do not give you a chance to choose, which curse you want to have."