Brindle glides slowly through the deep, still waters where sunlight barely reaches and the world moves in quiet echoes. Though rarely seen, and often mistaken for elephant trunks, she is always nearby, drifting beneath the surface, watching the ripples above. She prefers calm waters and long stretches of silence where she can listen to the lake and its many hidden sounds. When something disturbs the surface, Brindle is often the first to notice. She may seem distant, but she harbors an endless curiosity and inexplicable fondness for the dry world above.