"This infernal lake! First Cousin Priscilla and now Hera. My brother's childhood friend was every bit of the goddess he described her to be, elegantly disarming but cold and distant. She knelt along the water's surface, enamored with her reflection. My weight caused me to sink, falling to the depths Priscilla had lured me into. No, the depths I followed Priscilla into. She still kneels there now, among the lily pads and their sweet flowers. Delicate and untouched. Virginal and beyond the reach of my muck-stained hands. She wore a crown of leaves. I tried speaking to her, but she would not acknowledge my presence apart from a slight scowl at my failed attempts to reach her sending ripples into the glorious image before her. I suppose the best I could salvage from this is to soothe my soul with my journal and this lovely maiden."
Seventh (?) journal entry of the Gentleman Outlander