Wandering... That sounded dangerous indeed. Aava sunk even lower below the surface, shaking her head comfortably. [color=teal]"(No... Why would I get bored of my lake? It's my lake),"[/color] Aava responded rather defensively. She was comfortable in her own domain, so why leave? She didn't know anything else. And the land... it was dry, harsh and not at all as smooth as the water she habited. [color=teal]"(The story goes that there was a girl who swam too far into the lake. The water of the lake was deep and cold, she swam too far and drowned alone. But the lake hadn't been claimed yet, so the drowned girl stayed. Tales of the näkki followed, warning the children of the monster in the rushes, warning them not to pick up the clam shells washed to the shore. 'They are the näkki's shoes,' they would tell. But really they're just gifts from the drowned. The girl is still there somewhere, but not a girl anymore. The memories of the land fading away, there's nothing but the lake. My lake),"[/color] Aava purred, head bopping from under the surface, slimy hands stretching across the rocky shore, continuing to lean on it. [color=teal]"(In the lake, all of them forget. You want to forget too, yes?)"[/color]