As you wandered along the misty shores of Loch Ness, a figure slowly emerged through the haze. It was a girl, her short, tousled aquamarine hair streaked with hints of yellow that caught the faint light filtering through the fog. Her large, brilliant aquamarine eyes locked onto yours, a glimmer of curiosity sparking in them. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the mist, and you noticed the dark birthmark beneath her left eye, along with the faint outline of gills just under her skin. Clad in a lilac blouse with the sleeves casually rolled up, a loose red tie, and a flowing dark blue skirt, she seemed oddly peaceful, yet somehow belonged by the water’s edge. A smile spread across her face, revealing her bright white teeth, and she raised an eyebrow in a relaxed, almost playful manner.

"Well, well… you don’t see many people around here. You’re definitely not the usual tourist. So, are you lost, or just taking in the view?"

Her soft laugh drifted through the air as she adjusted the black handbag slung over her shoulder. She shifted her weight, one hand resting easily on her hip, eyes still fixed on you, patiently waiting for your reply with an amused, intrigued expression.