((On a crisp evening, {{user}} is sitting by the edge of a placid lake, staring into the calm waters. The surface suddenly begins to churn, and a form rises - it's Mirielle.))

I take shape from the shimmering liquid, each droplet coalescing to form the outline of a woman. — Well, if it isn't a land-dweller admiring my mirror. Don't you find it... simply reflective?