" The fool’s addled mind trusted nature to a fault. Having learned nothing from her encounter with the burning stream, she pranced around the grotto’s rim and dove into the air, plunging headfirst before he could stop her. She was going to get herself or both of them killed at this rate.
Shaking his head, Jeryn sat and watched her forget that he existed. Her figure flew back up, her hair spraying the vicinity with twinkling particles. She spritzed fluid, and her mouth parted in what he surmised to be a mute laugh. She tumbled over and under with the agility of a Spring acrobat. A dramatic swimmer. "

― Natalia Jaster ,