It was quite pleasant to be at the lake so early in the morning.  In Wahida's old life, she'd often not even rouse from her bed this early, but the red colored sun sat only a few hours into the sky as Wahida washed in the clear lake.   The pinkberries taunted her from the shore, even though she wasn't hungry after eating the cheese bread from this morning.  She could easily remember how succulent and juicy they were.<br/><br/>However Wahida became aware as she washed that she wasn't alone.   From the distance a man came walking down the shore of the beach.  Carrying a spear, a backpack, and leather pants he was walking casually.  He appeared to be perfectly normal for a man with one exception, his skin was green.<br/><br/>He saw Wahida as she bathed and began walking in her direction.  His pace wasn't slow nor fast, he didn't see alarmed by her presence, nor did he seem agressive.   What could this stranger want so early in the morning with her?