Whitebark Stream luftschloss

She did nothing, head occasionally dipped to nose at the rippled surface. Half a mind to pluck a smooth stone and bring it back with her for nothing in particular. Perhaps as a keepsake for the memory of time well spent alone.

Only to turn her head and glance down stream. Hoping that she might find something better else where in the water. A fish stuck in a pool or —

Mahler.

The lavender fields of a man watching her. She had half a mind to scold him or strike him with words of humor, but her brain failed her as her heart beat heavy in her chest. Unsure for how long he had watched her in the water as if she was some sort of loon.

I did not expect company at this hour. Called out to him as she began to move towards the dry land he claimed.

you get Iana's 100th :D