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[she's absolutely naked. he can handle it, and it wouldn't be himeka if she weren't, frankly.

Dan Heng chose the lake and the rivers that lead to it as his place to gather barterables because he anticipated isolation. Apart from the craggy islands creatures that snap at his hair when he swims past, or the shrimp that try to bite at his hands, nothing here has been so startling as to make him regret the choice.

Until now. Uh. Huh?]

Hime—[ He cuts himself off before that last, ever so important identifying syllable makes it out, as he firmly decides, no. Thats impossible. The Express' navigator wouldn't be underwater, or so.... underdressed. It just wouldn't make sense. This woman, however... he has no frame of reference for high elders other than his tumultuous dreams of his own past lives, or the books in the shackling prison. Elder Bailu is a child-shaped elder, as far as he knows of her, and for the rest of the Xianzhou, he has no clue. At this depth, the newcomer's shock of red hair is still visible, a few strands drifting in front of the pearlescent scales that adorn her face. He stares in shock for a few moments longer, taking in the horns, the scales, the flash of tail as Himeka treads water. Unlike his dreams, the water is clear and languid, sun streaming down in shafts of light that pierce the shallow depths. He can even think for himself. ]

... Buttons. [ Wow. Smooth. So smooth, just like a shark. The freshwater of the lake tastes dull in his mouth as he forms words, cloudhymn carrying the sound through the water towards her. ]

I'm sorry, who are you?

[ pot, kettle. ]

[aquaveiled]

[ 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?