Waterlily was huddled in her home, her nose buried in her tail. She was thinking of him. The mysterious eevee who had watched her from across the river, his eyes the color of lily pads at night.

Waterlily had never seen another eevee before. It was strange, how he looked like her but also didn't. His fur was a touch darker than hers, sleek and smooth. He had watched her the way she imagined she watched the stars, or the pond, or the river. Like something wondrous and strange, but something he wanted to know.

When she drifted into sleep, her dreams were of him, strange and so close, yet when she ran towards him, water washed over her and pulled her away before she could get close.