You are here for the view of the admittedly pretty waterworks. Well, that and to check on some old tunnel entrances, but what interlopers don't know can't hurt them. Besides, your work is done and the findings predictably frustrating: it's going go take going through the Fingers to make your tunnels make sense again.
Work done, you now play. You've got a collection of nice rocks sitting on the shore beside you, most smooth and black but some in bright colors. You've got a knack for finding stones and making them into something that could be roughly considered art, and that's what you're doing: whittling down a rough grey stone into a shape that resembles a shark, your lips pursed in the whistling of a shanty tune, aware of the fae but making no effort to acknowledge her- for now.
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
