Sylvia

“If the spirit fled the lake, where has she got to?”

“Well ordinarily as things progress in the heavens, she would have just moved further aloft but I do not sense this to be the case now. I scanned all over the higher spheres for her whilst we spoke there was nothing to be found - which leaves us with one of two things: the soul of the lake has either been taken, or is in hiding, and it'

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s imperative we find out which is it is, that we may reinstate her.”

Eve was aghast, she had woken from her hazy happy stupor daydreaming about Jupiter, and had been listening to every word intently with no idea of what any of it meant, or how this could have happened, yet she trusted this solemn group of friends in all that was said nonetheless.

“Do we know of her name?”

“Yes. It is Sylvia.”

“You don’t think those four were trying to eat her do you? or something gruesome like that? Or, perhaps smuggle her out to Romuface? …”

“Well, they might have tried but it would not have been possible. Not for them at any rate. I doubt their kind could even perceive such an ethereal sprite.”

The atmosphere was beginning to darken, and a muddy cloudy shade of purple was closing in all around them.

Goober looked at Puck as if he knew what this new development meant. What was the lake had now dried down so much it had become a veneer of hardened mud so thick you might have been able to walk upon it - in reality it was like a quicksand.

“There will be no one passing this way anymore,” said Jupiter to himself dolefully.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series