Beryl Lightwing
"That's funny," Beryl said. "You've always had them, and I never have...the water feels really good, though!" She bobbed to the edge and hopped out onto the ground, shaking the water off herself. As she did she morphed back into her human form, hair damp.
The clearing where the waterfall was looked serene. The trees made the clearing dark and comforting, yet the small glimmers of sunlight made the waterfall take on a magical appearance. A large boulder lay by the pool's edge, where Beryl now walked over and sat.
Taking her long white hair out of the feathered pin on her head, it cascaded down her shoulders. "We're finally here," she said with a big smile. "It's so pretty here! Nice choice, Ben." She gestured for him to sit beside her.