There is a very young woman talking a walk by the lake, pensive. The skirts of her sea-green dress trail a little behind her. It is rather heavy for a sunny day, but she had dressed for late autumn, not spring. She is thinking that she'll probably need to see that everyone in the household is well provided with winter attire, so she doesn't notice the woman on the boulder until she is nearly upon it.

"Good day, " she greets her, with a friendly, if small, smile.