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[morvydd]

It's late. The surface of the lake glitters silver in the bright moonlight, and Morvydd is kneeling on the shore, wrapped in her heavy dark cloak, her black hair unbound. Her face is still, concentrating. Slowly, with great care, she leans forward and dips her cupped hands into the water; then lifts them, brimming

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[ofthewater]

Disturbing is an awfully strong word-- a bit too strong, no doubt, for the circumstances. Leviathan does not choose conventional hours for her slumber, and so she's still awake. She's hardly restless, content to glide beneath the surface of her lake, a mere shadow followed by the ripples of her tail against the water.

"Hello," comes a voice in the darkness, from a direction where there is no land. Perhaps, just perhaps, if the moonlight hits in just the right way, her scales will shine.

[morvydd]

The head comes up. The water spills, shining, back into the shallows. "Hello."

[ofthewater]

She lowers her head, back to the water, almost ready to go under again. "I didn't mean to bother you."

[morvydd]

"Nor I you," and Morvydd sits back on her heels, dropping her eyes. "Your pardon; I am a stranger here."