For once, Lorelei notice's Acheron's trepidation. "Don't swim if don't want to," she tells her, splashing into the surf after her hooved friend. "You didn't like swim." Very helpful observation.
She tilts her head. She doesn't know what one does with a foot. She didn't have any. "Don't know. Maybe meet there later?" she offers.
Quite the conundrum they're in.
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Lorelei giggles as Acheron splashes away back to shore. "Yes, keep water to me!" she chirps, following back to the sandy shore.
The promise of showing Acheron her birthcave is alluring - she doesn't know every nook and cranny, but enough to give a good tour. (Of course, that's ignoring the fact that it'll be more than a month before the two would ever meet again, and then the two would be very different.)
"I'll meet you there! Come by sometime!" is Lorelei's joyful proclamation, blissfully unaware of what fate has in store. "See you!" she barks, before splashing off into the sea. She pauses for a moment, bobbing in the waves, long enough for Acheron to say her last goodbyes, and then dives off into the depths of Fornax.
Time is a fickle mistress.
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Exit Lorelei