[There is no fear apparent as the man who has labeled his kind cursed descends into the water. He has been to the bottom of the lake the Black Children's Mother "resided" in more than once... and he has long forgotten what the sensation of needing air felt like.
But he does look back. And he does startle just slightly, a bit of a widening of the black pupil in a pale eye, to see... nothing but smoke where a man had been. He had heard tale of the many magics in this place, but that... He would inquire later.
The water envelops his head, and then his horns, and he is gone.
He stays gone, for a good hour. Then there is a ripple, a shadow of movement beneath the water... and the horns breech once more, followed by skull, shoulders... and the sopping wet figure reemerges, struggling slightly to haul himself out at his new, heavier weight. But there is something in his hand.
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But he does look back. And he does startle just slightly, a bit of a widening of the black pupil in a pale eye, to see... nothing but smoke where a man had been. He had heard tale of the many magics in this place, but that... He would inquire later.
The water envelops his head, and then his horns, and he is gone.
He stays gone, for a good hour. Then there is a ripple, a shadow of movement beneath the water... and the horns breech once more, followed by skull, shoulders... and the sopping wet figure reemerges, struggling slightly to haul himself out at his new, heavier weight. But there is something in his hand.
Is the invisible man still there... ?]