Lake Vaelmere stood as the greatest body of water in all of Solis Aevum. So big, in fact, that it could only be entirely crossed by large sailing ships. Vampires and wolf folk needn't a vehicle of course, but that still stood as a testament at how huge it really was.
Satiated by the many mountain river streams that funneled molten ice right onto its bed, but the northern ocean chipped in by a lot, earning the lake its peculiar smell as well as taste which teetered the line between saltier on some days and then a tad sweeter on others.
It also lived as the only lake that performed the ebbing and flowing observed in oceans. On that night in particular, they were small and quiet as though giving space for Arabella's cries to rise.
Even the wind only murmured softly in her ears as she knelt by the shore, screaming at her husband to return.
