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Ciao everyone~! 

Schwarz gave a soft inaudible sigh as he stared down at the river. He reached down from the rock he was sitting on and trailed his finger through the water, watching his skin and flesh meld into it seamlessly. The water was his home, but currently he was trying to find a stable body of water to dwell in that was to his liking. Too many of the lakes he had crossed were far too crowded with other Naiads, as he preferred to live alone. Fixing the thin, almost gossamer robe he was wearing, he stood up and prepared to dive in to continue traveling. He paused though, when he heard the faintest footsteps in the trees behind him, and he looked back warily. He hoped it wasn't a satyr again, they always did try to mess with him, or catch him.

Ludwig turned around to see another man with his face in his path.  He really was running into quite a lot of lookalikes recently.  He offered the familiar stranger a quick smile as the puppy dancing about his feet demanded attention.