In the Arms of the Water (смешанная)

She’s taken to telling the kinds of secrets she once might have told her closest friends to Excalibur. The ever-present thrum of magic inside it reminds her there is a world beyond this lake, with people in it who understand her. “I’m lonely,” she whispers, and then—because that’s not right, is it, not complete; it’s true but right now as the sun rises and turns the world golden-warm and awakening it isn’t companionship she craves—“I want.”