Aava gurgled, almost offended.
[color=teal]"(I am no witch, I'm just a little fish in a lake,)"[/color] she responded genuinely, her huge eyes narrowing into icy slits. Aava tried to crawl as close to land as she could, plopping her bony forearms on the shore as the rest of her stayed underwater.
[color=teal]"(So then, who are you? Who? My whispers sound like another language to you, you must be a man from far away,)"[/color] Aava contemplated. She didn't actually speak German, of course, but Näkkis' skill of persuasion included the skill of illusion. Illusion of physical form as well as speech.
[color=teal]"(Doesn't wandering get tiresome? I feel at ease in my little lake. My precious lake. Why would one ever want to leave?)"[/color] Aava wondered, her neck joint cracking as she bent her head to the side. Now the creature was more curious than anything, hunger long forgotten. This man before her was something new and strange. Something... not edible, for sure. So maybe it was a new playmate?