Locating the lake turned out to be quite easy, avoiding falling into it slightly harder as the forest suddenly gave way for the lake. Still, Y'vaste had managed to maintain her grace and not plummet into the azure water like a flightless, dumb bird. The sands of it's shore and bottom were a pale white, and despite the forest setting the water was almost pure. An assortment of fish and other stillwater creatures swam in the cool waters. The ashen elf sat crouched on the edge of the lake, feeling the sun on her back and watching her reflection in the almost clear water. It felt familiar, yet this was the first time she remembered seeing herself in a while. She ran an exploring finger along each of her four horns, and ran her hands over her furry ears. It all felt familiar, of course, but that didn't mean she could always remember what her face looked like. Carefully she lifted her blindfold, peering at the reflection of her eyes. Burning like red-hot coals in the shimmering shadow she cast on the water.<br/><br/><i>"Lillith..."</i>She whispered to herself, slipping the blindfold back in it's place. Was that what she was? Some demon of evil, feared by man and child? Or was this Lillith someone else? Someone like her, twisted by ancient magic not her own? She doubted the warrior-man had answers, but she at least wanted to ask. It would be good to have a direction, some thing she could focus her efforts and attention on. At least until she forgot and descended into meaningless, random destruction again just for the sake of amusement. Sighing, Y'vaste got up and slipped into the clear waters of the lake. Shivering a little as the ice cold sensation prickled her legs like tiny needles. The morning sun not yet had the chance to warm the lake's waters. She strode through the lake to the deeper areas until she was up to her waist in the water, her steps stirring up the dust and sand at the body, obscuring the water around her and hiding her now underwater lioncloth from sight, making it easy for anyone to mistake her for being completely naked.<br/><br/>Gathering water in her hands, she let it rain down on her body, washing away the grime, blood and pixie dust. Clearing the mud from her face and skin.<i>"Will this lake still be here upon the morrow, or will foretold doom rend it asunder? Fate seems crueler than I if it bereaves the world of this oasis, a soul could find peace and redemption within these waters. So clear and pure they might wash sin away."</i>She mused to herself, speaking out loud while scrubbing her skin clean. Her thoughts slipped from her mind as she relaxed, words coming unbidden to her lips. A song as old as her, forgotten but not gone completely as she sang softly in ancient elven so old not even she knew the meaning of the words anymore.<br/><br/><i>"Amin lamya eller ier olin lina<br/>
tanya nor beth ar' ta alasse' i' Vel<br/>
Nan' lle do il nin'var ten' lindale, do lle?<br/>
Eithel ta auta ve' sina: <br/>
I'kinta, i'lempe i' n'taurn lanta ar' i' ra taarie<br/>
I'ran nukumna tamina Laita"</i><br/><br/>Catching herself, Y'vaste stopped singing, blinking in confusion while she promptly forgot the words again, completely unable to recall them. Letting out an exasperated gasp, she slammed the water with both her fists clenched up, succeeding only in drenching herself. Panting, she gathered herself, and felt someone watching her. Instantly, her eyes began to scan the shoreline to see who if anything was looking at her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>