It's the time of the year again. Skadi had long forgotten the system of keeping up with human times, but she had instinctively known when the Doctor would appear again. It's when the sea becomes restless when the water turns into a cerulean blue that shimmers beautifully under the moon.
And so she waits behind a cluster of rocks, patiently staying still for the person that had guided her human form to, help her as much as they can yet fruitless to stop Ishar'mla's influence on her being. It's not the Doctor's fault- it's hers, she had thought to herself a long time ago.
She begins singing quietly under her breath, unable to fight the only instinct she has for long. The broken melody sounds into the air, barely heard over the crashing of the waves against the shoreline. Any moment now, and the Doctor will be here again, pondering whatever it is on their mind as they talk softly to the waters.
