As they strolled through the forest, her mind began to wander. Why was she being so nice to him? He gave her some reason to like him she supposed, but he still was brutish and animalistic at his core no matter what way she looked at him. Hardly good company for any prolonged amount of time....right?<br/><br/>Eventually she was pulled out of her musings when she heard him speak about satyrs and nymphs. Many species fell for nymphs and other female creatures of the elements. Hearing him say that satyrs and nymphs have a specific bond based on that beauty confused her for a moment. “Well...I suppose we do hold a sort of beauty that spans across all walks of life, but do not misunderstand what we have. I am not one of your forest nymphs. I don’t have sex with just any one.” She glances back over at him, her eyes holding that piercing gaze again, showing a sense of a bit more pride and civility. “I am a water nymph, and more so than that a nymph of the ocean. My work, thus far, has been to guide...or to capsize.” She said this with a note of deadliness in her voice. “The sirens and their kin are the ones that focus more on the men aboard the ships that sail my waters.” When she spoke of those women, disgust was clear in her tone.