The brass beneath Louisa's hand is pocked and worn, a reminder of the age of the railing and its centuries submerged beneath the lake's deep waters.

She is there with a sincere request, one that has carried her safely to the depths with the help of twin witches with no other goals than helping a friend...

Once, Louisa had met the great water dragon, and since then, she had wanted one thing-

And so she stands, smiling, staring at scales and teeth and eyes that bore into her, sure in her feelings.

"Lord Water Dragon! Will you marry me?"