Enchanted
Being lost is nothing new for Leanne; at this point in time she's been lost more often than not, and she's long since given up getting frustrated by it. Still, sometimes it's hard not to get homesick when she's stranded in yet another world without the things she's used to.
The blonde isn't even really sure how she ended up on a beach since she'd allowed her feet to wander where they would while she thought, but that's where she is, so she settles down in the sand to watch the water for awhile. Haven't been to a beach in a long time, have I? Or, well no. More like haven't been to a beach at home in a long time. I've seen water in a lot of places, just not my places.
She doodles in the sand absently, dumb little doodles she can't really see too well by starlight; the sun has apparently set a long while ago, sometime while she was busy daydreaming about home. Maybe I'll try to get home again lat--what's that?
There's something in the water; a tail fin and she jumps to her feet in surprised excitement. There's a mermaid here, something she recognizes. It's a little piece of home for the witch, even if it's not quite the same, and she rushes forward to the water, splashing her way through the waves and towards the shape.
"Hey!"