Oof! It had been a long, rough day and Brizo still had a ways to go before reaching her house, her route made longer for her desire to avoid as much late evening foot traffic as she could possibly manage. Fortunately, there was a decently deep fountain along the way that the naiad could take a bit of a break in, submerge and just hide for a few moments. Her hope was that she could get a chance to organize her thoughts and improve her mood a tad before she found her way back to her place. The fountain was one she visited before. The water gently circulated and was a more on the salty side compared to some of the soaking spots around town, which hallowed woman was sort of needing, a taste of her original home. Sitting on the edge of the fountain, hands folded limply on her lap, she cast an impassive, tired glance about the shaded little green space that the fountain softly burbled away in. Satisfied with her initial findings that she was alone, Brizo closed her eyes and let herself fall back into the water, sinking to the bottom of the pool. Oh yes. This felt like just what she was needing, at least until she could get back to her place and into her own sleeping pool. That was deeper, darker, and a touch more saline than even her present location was; and it would be welcome when she made it there. For the time being, the woman drew her tentacle 'hair' to curl up under her head so that she could comfortably look up through the rippling surface to the skies and tree cover overhead, watching things shift and distort before drifting back to normal again. Running her hands over her face, Brizo sighed, her slow exhale bubbling to the surface.
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