How quaint!

Ampoule was a being of the water; not only the sea, but all bodies of the stuff. When the ocean wasn’t available, a lake or river would do – which would not explain why Ampoule awoke one day, looked at the stretch of beach, and decided to seek what lay just beyond. After all, if a threat were to exist, it would likely come from inland and not from the endless expanse of ocean.

The ocean only delivered her many gifts. It had given her nymphs and gods and beasts to command.

Those sounds…

The woods were cold and damp, and Ampoule felt it less as bodily discomfort and more in that she far preferred the sun-shiny-ness of Dreamsend Shores. Simple preference, and nothing more – for she could exist anywhere, warmed by the light of her inner knowing, but to thrive? That took an elevated perspective, and a place that one only thought could exist in dreams.

Voices?

The nymph had long since known she wasn’t as alone in these parts as she would have liked to be. Scents drifted to her on the wind like long-lost messages, reaching her own awareness instead of their intended. The forest was full, and their presence was even more known now. There was a thatch building, with a cacophony pouring from the windows and rafters.

Ampoule drifted around the perimeter, attempting to peek into windows – the revelry she witnessed! It brought a smile to the nymph’s face, who was at the same time a social butterfly and elective pariah. Then, she did something she didn’t often do…

She invited herself inside.

Ampoule lifted her head, as if looking for someone to greet and feel welcomed. Of course, she knew no one, but the goddess was rather adept at working a room, so she ruffled and fluffed the fur upon her shoulders to shake off the snowdrift and began to look for the host of the event. Yeah, that was the place to start.

and on her way, a berry or two wouldn't hurt.