I have more from A Dance of Water and Air for you today. This is a scene in which Edmund is walking in the gardens of Aither's castle. I went over six sentences, but I thought it needed to be finished out.
He drifted closer to the pond. It was the only body of water he’d seen since arriving, and it wasn’t much of one— far too small for swimming. Suddenly the pang of loss for home and the sea was almost unbearable. He missed his daily swims far more than he’d thought he would. Missed seeing the water every day too. He sat on the low stone wall that surrounded the pond and reached down to dip his fingers into the water.
It was shockingly cold, but the tiny hand that wrapped around one of his fingers was even more of a shock. He let out a strangled yelp even as he realized what it must be. A tiny head broke the surface of the pond and looked up at him. Her skin was a pale turquoise, her hair a deeper blue-green, and it spread out around her, long and wavy, on the water.
“Hello, Water Prince,” the undine said in a voice like water tumbling over stones.