Duck Lake The sound won't carry

bjarna returned.

for the boy. for reverie. for any other souls she may come to collect, it seemed.

yet the woman at the lake today did not look like one who needed help. no, she seemed lovely. beautiful. a tranquil kelpie prepared to lure bjarna into the depths of the water. a girl who had never learned how to swim. a girl who suddenly feared the depths if something so beautiful could live in them.

the water was not a place for girls like bjarna.

but she realized far too late that she only stood there and stared openly. awkwardly, and suddenly, she tried to make herself look busy.

a task which she would fail.