Stacie
"We do not want to disturb the waters too much... Or them."

*He answered the witch as he slowly and gently plucked one flower from the depths. It shimmered just like the stream's namesake, and froze it in his palm, before moving to pick another one.*

"If you disturb the waters too much, they hide themselves. If you pluck them without much care, you'll severely reduce their quality... Which makes it just as much a waste."
Lucile
*She looked over at him holding the flower*

"I suppose I understand."
Stacie
"Anyways. What's your story???"

*He asked her while he continues to gather.*
Lucile
*She sits quiet for a moment pondering what to tell him* 

"Well im fairly certain you to are one of us so I suppose I can trust you not to tell anyone. I live nearby on the edge of the city but I just spend most of my time here so I can be with Vermillion without anyone noiticing."