Magnolia hasn’t expected to feel the strange chill of someone’s eyes on her, but she knew that…something…was in the wind. 
Maybe she was just being paranoid, but she could swear that someone was watching her. 

She shrugs it off, feeling no need to concern herself. Honestly, there was no sense of danger that came with it, so there didn’t seem to be a reason to be anxious. Unless of course, she would run into him. 

Very rarely does Islwyn work in the same areas as her, but their paths did occasionally cross. It drove her mind to insanity, never know when to be on guard. 

Muricle bumps her knee slightly and she turns to look down at him, her hair moving around her like a curtain as she chuckles, “Alright, alright you’re right dear.” She hums, patting his head gently, “You are too involved in my worries.” She says softly as almost an after-thought. 

Muricles small croaks sound out in a strand, almost as if he is laughing. 
“Oh hush you,” she whispers in a tease before turning to the lagoon. She was appointed to the Northern lagoons of the world, and usually finished her duties in a few hours with time to go to the market. 

“Practice your swimming as I am away, yes?” She orders as Muricle stares at her for a while before hopping into the lagoon. Magnolia scoffs a light laugh, diving into the lagoon, the first out of 246 lagoons she was meant to help build homes for the new incoming creatures. 

She forms an air bubble around her wings, water encasing her as she swims down, starting to form small hollow mud homes, adding extra holes for windows and small pits for the eggs to go.