Her lake was quiet, as always. Quiet, and lonely. No one came to visit Vivian anymore, not even Merlin, who had spent so much of his time infatuated by her. Stepping off of the platform in the center of the pond, Vivian strode across the water, her bare feet not even breaching the surface. She had left Excalibur on her floating home, the golden glow seen from where she was on the lake.
Her feet finally touched dry land, looking toward the forest around her. She wondered if anyone was wandering the vast woods, lost, hungry, or simply lonely. If there were bandits, she could simply run back across the lake.
She opened her lips, sucking in a deep breath before breathing out a note. Vivian began to sing a wordless song, though without words, it was still powerful enough for anyone around to hear. She would do this often, to try to call visitors to her. It usually never prevailed, after all these years. But still, she tried, and hoped that there would be someone there.
