Kheelan Elvey'Resitl was laying on the bed of his lake, the kelp danced around him as he gazed up at the moon through the fresh water. It was another beautiful night, the stars were bright enough to reach him below the surface. The light of the moon made his blue skin shine, and his pure white hair billowed with the slight currents of the lake. He loved passing his days and nights in such uneventful ways.
All of a sudden there was a ripple through the water. Someone was swimming in his lake at night. It didn't happen very often, mostly they came during the day, but it happened on occasion. A few times, when a night swimmer came though, they were accompanied by that terrible smell, and he had hidden, fearing for his life. His kind knew that smell so well. They were a favorite snack for the beasts. Kheelan, was just thinking about that horrible possibility when the smell came to him on the currents of the water, and he was about to swim for cover when he caught sight of the pale legs of a young human woman swimming above him.
She was in danger. The creature would surely eat her, and so he began to swim toward her instead. He must warn her, drag her from the water if he had to. As he drew closer the scent grew stronger, the beast was closing in. Kheelan whipped his head around, searching for it. They swan nearly as fast as his kind, but he was especially fast, and confident he could out pace it. But where was it. He did not see it, and in his rush up toward the girl the odor only grew. Then he realized it. The smell was coming from her. She was one of them.
Kheelan began to swim away, slowly at first, then fast, but quickly came to a stop. It wasn't chasing him. Had it not seen him, not smelled his sweet mossy scent. How could that be. Aquatic elves were a legendary snack to the blood thirsty monsters. The only playing with them they ever did, was seeing how long they could keep their prey alive as they pulled out their insides. The games were never psychological for them. Maybe with humans, but not with those that knew their true nature by the smell. To humans, it was a mix of earthy and ocean smells. To other fae, the smell was that of blood.
Confused by the actions of the beast in girl form, Kheelan swam toward the shore of his little lake. He rose into a low crouch as the water became shallow, and crept to the grass. He cautiously traversed the lakes edge, moving closer to the girl, watching her swim. She seemed to truly be enjoying herself. He just didn't understand why she was in that form. He didn't disapprove, it was an appealing form. It just wasn't her true form. Perhaps she was hunting a human, or trying to lure one to her, and that thought made Kheelan scour the area, his eyes crawling across the shore and treeline. He saw no movement, nobody approaching. Then he caught sight of the clothes discarded on the shore. Clothes?
As he approached them, he could see that they were finely made, billowy fabrics. A black dress. Black was fitting for her kind, the color of death and mourning. The questions were just stacking up though. Why was she in human form? Why had she been wearing human clothes, and the clothes of a noble at that? Why was she simply swimming about in his lake, at night, with no prey in sight? Kheelan's curiosity was getting the better of him, and so he decided to ask her. First he climbed a tree close to the shore, and once he was sure that she couldn't quickly reach him, he called out.
"Why are you in my lake," Kheelan asked. "I don't see any prey for you here."