[color=cc3300]“Quite a legend, Aava.”[/color] Evren said, quite stunned after hearing her story. He was quite sure he knew what became of that girl, and he was in equal measure awed and horrified by the magic of this place. He considered Aava’s offer and hesitantly outstretched his hand to meet the tips of her fingers against the rocks. He didn’t quite hold her hand, it was looser than that, more a clumsy grasp at contact with someone who might be a little like him. He withdrew as soon as he’d reached out, getting to his feet and casting his gaze out to the lake. It sounded too good to be true. Hell, it [i]was[/i] too good to be true; there was no escaping what he was, not even for a moment. Every step he’d taken in these hundreds of years had only made him more aware of the monster he was, of the judging watch he was under with every life he took. Even knowing all that… the water looked inviting. It wouldn’t work, but, perhaps he could just try and feel something else today. His waterlogged clothes felt heavy against his false frame. God, anything else. Evren smiled at Aava; a bit weary, a bit defeated, a bit good humored. [color=cc3300]”Okay, little fish; I’ll come join you.”[/color] Without disrobing or discarding his ruined clothes he took a few steps into the water until he was waist deep in the glassy lake, hard-soled shoes clumsily finding purchase against the mud rocks. His smile widened and grew mischievous, and finding himself waist-deep in the water he dove forward and plunged fully beneath the glassy surface. Certainly a much more pleasant swim than his first.