13 13. The first clash

Looking up to the sky with stars dimming slowly and the sky turning bright, Cressida was in a lake, relaxing in the cold water. After growing in the sea and drowning in it several times, the lake water doesn't seem cold at all. Her head was bent behind, resting on a rock at the bight of the lake. Opening her eyes, she lifted her head. Water dripping from the ends of her hair on her bare shoulders. Her pale, sun-kissed sink shining under the moonlight. Shooking her head, she drained the dripping water.