[SE] they don't have these at home

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone “Oh, you flatterer,” she coos in return. Graciously taking the rock he offers, Lily rolls it in the palm of her hand (not quite as suggestively as one might think, but if your mind is already in the gutter, then sure, go there) feeling the smoothness of it and admiring the color. As far as rocks go, he seems to have chosen an exceptional specimen. “It’s lovely. Thank you.” Turning to the Miana Pool, the redhead closes her eyes for a minute and then tosses the rock in, watching it until it disappears from view. Then she flips back to the man and smiles again. “Lily Balfour. Nice to meet you, Saiden.” She’s about to ask another question when a particularly bold (and odd-looking) creature comes wandering up to the pool, drawing her attention. It’s four legged, but beautifully feathered. With ram horns? And the head is very… hook shaped. Lily can’t help but stare, trying to figure out all the combinations of animal that this thing might be. And she’s coming up empty, looking quite confused. merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye