Mortality had become… a challenge. Remembering to seek out food was a constant struggle; the need for sleep frustrated her to no end. Each day, her desire to roam freely, unbound and unburdened, as she had in her wraith form, grew stronger.

A quiet sigh slipped from the queen’s maw as she gazed up at the tumbling water. It was beautiful, a reminder of the ever-changing tides of life, of how it eroded everything that stood in its way. A patient force. A relentless one.

Her tail flicked when a new scent brushed her senses. Saffron eyes scanned the clearing until they landed on a figure half-submerged beneath the falls. Peculiar… but what did she truly know of mortal whims?

Melinoë chose to simply sit where she was, a respectful distance away. She fixed her gaze on the stranger and let the silence stretch between them.

Sometimes silence was all the communication one needed.