[ Were she anyone else, she would find the long stare and utterance of her nickname to be unsettling--but were she anyone else, she probably wouldn't be swimming around in the damned lake naked to begin with. (Solvunn has yet to master the art of water-faring fabrics.)

She waits patiently, taking in his own distinct features and trying to place them to something familiar. Those ears definitely don't mark him as Auri, but there is still more that is. And, really, more people should get to enjoy having horns to begin with. ]

Buttons!

[ Himeka accepts the answer easily and even comes a little closer. (She should be questioning how he knew her name, but maybe he's just already seen the brochure?) ]

Are they yours? Or did you find them?

[ Sometimes she finds--

--oh. Wait. He doesn't know her? ]

...Didn't you already say? I'm Himeka.

[ A beat. Doth he not know whose lake he swimmeth in? ]

Though I normally take guests at the house. What's your name?