Lake Rodney fingers laced a crown

two others come, wordless. one melts away just as quickly, the greyscale male vanishing into the evening. she drinks, considers doing the same, but then her gaze falls a moment on the woman. there is nothing to be gained from leaving now, besides her own solitude, and she's had enough of that. "hail," she offers, gaze slipping back toward the water. 

"I am Eirwyn." comes her introduction; either the woman will follow suit, or she will melt away as had the male.