When it was Nana's turn to scoop the water, she was just as careful. She only ever looked down on those she considered beneath her; when it came to this ancient tribe and the heaven-defying holy lake, she carried nothing but caution.
The jar filled up. Nana lifted her hand, but the water inside immediately receded, leaving even less than what Nicole had gotten.
Nicole let out a small laugh. Nana pressed her lips together, clearly displeased, though she didn't show it here.
Next was Silvanus. The elves seemed to pay more attention to him, drawn by his hair and eye color.
Silvanus stared at the lake before him, thinking that reality probably wouldn't match his own assumptions, then bent down to scoop water from the lake. Only when the jar appeared full did he slowly lift his hand.
Nana watched the scene with anticipation. Silvanus absolutely had to get less than she did!
She was a noble and only got that much water. Silvanus was just an ordinary person...
