an examination of spiritual places

Oh, so they really want to meet her. It’s too bad for them that she doesn’t wish to be found. For as Kaimana and Oia’i’o clamor over the stones, the Undine freezes in her movement — watching quietly with wide eyes as they seek and call for her. She does not move closer, does not inspect, not with the freedom granted of the blight recovery. And so with it, she dips further into the water, eyes peering above the surface before suddenly more lichen begins to attach themselves to the two trespassers, and she turns to swim deeper into the water, the hidden caverns of her safety and home, tail lifting in the air and splashing a shower of water to the two demi-gods as she swims deeper, hiding herself away.