frogs and lilypads

Aryn had gone to the Whistling Willows with the intention of taking a nice relaxing nap, though found herself caught up in it's beauty. The way the trees hung low and nearly touched the ground was fascinating, and she stood for quite some time with her head angled sharply backwards to admire the cluster of trees. There was more to Lirim's territory that drew her, however, and with a goodbye smile towards the willows she continued her way to the pond.

The water was clean and clear and home to many fish and frogs. She lay by the water's edge with her nose almost touching a floating lilypad, upon it a small frog watched her carefully. Aryn remained perfectly still, eyes fixed upon the tiny creature and hoping desperately that one day she could build one's trust enough that it might leap off it's pad and onto her nose. She'd never hunt any of the pond's animals, she simply wanted to love them from up close.