// Piper's Boutique · Dafont · Aethereality · Resunik \\
Isis took her time watching the lake. The sun was giving the sky her last rays of warmth before dipping below the horizon. It was a truly beautiful backdrop to the shimering water of Lake Cora.
She often wondered whether she should commit herself to this particular area, to give herself and her power to this land, but as a Wanderer, she hadn't really felt the urge to settle down. She enjoyed helping where she was needed - whether it be here or in small park surrounded by buildings.
As much as she loved living in the city, she sometimes needed to come out and reacquaint herself with nature once in a while to stave off the symptoms of urbanitis that sometimes crept up on her. Not that she couldn't do it without an actual trip to a lake or some other form of water, but as a Nyrad, she really felt much better if she took the time out to visit some place special.
Isis had seen many seasons come and go since she first left the safety of the grove she was born into. Her parents had expected her to return to them once she was done with her rite of passage and expected year of urban living, but Isis never really did what other people wanted or expected of her. She didn't disappoint them exactly, or revolt against their wishes agressively, but she always managed to find a way to do what she wanted. Water always does.
She felt a slight breeze stir her honey blonde hair, causing her to zip up her hunter green windbreaker. Summer had come to an end and autumn was coming in to take center stage, but there was some warmth still in the land. She turned her head into the breeze, allowing her vision to pan out down the curving shoreline of the lake, to her left.
The light was fading, but Isis could see two figures not far off on the outermost point of the peninsula that intruded upon the lake. One was perched on one of the large rocks lining the shore, the other seemed to be talking to the first, but because of the distance, it was hard to tell. They didn't particularly look like locals to the area though, to Isis' eyes.
She wondered if they realized that the surroundings here wasn't entirely safe at night outside of the village once the sun was down completely. Some of the creatures here were more active after dark.
She headed towards the pair, picking her way around the obstacles easily and in a surefooted fashion - she had her knee high moccasin boots on. Isis never understood folks who knew nothing about proper footwear in the wilderness.