Arrow Lake ou l'Optimisme

Agelessness, immortality, were things she felt became nothing more than rumour and legend to the common-folk who knew nothing of what it took to obtain those things. And she would allow him his fancies, barely tolerating his vanity, though she was privately amused by the little shuffle he did. Perhaps, she thought, he had a sense of humour- and pride tempered by humour was at least tolerable. If one couldn't be clairvoyant, they must at least be clever. 

"You flaunt," She chuckled, with a gesture toward him, refering to the little dance he'd done. "I...Bear." She sighed softly, content to resign somewhat from his childlike demeanour. He seemed uninterested in her prophecies, though this did not rattle her or provoke her ire; she'd left fools to their fate before, and had no passion for those who were left crying for themselves when they realized too late she'd been right all along. Her eyes fell to the rabbit on the ground; how close to it he was, now, and she felt improper simply snapping it up. She gestured. 

"I will take my kill with me and be gone." She said simply.