Bridget glanced over at the other woman for a long moment with cat-slit eyes and nodded. "It would be rather difficult though. The stone probably had copper flecks through it. But imagining her polished and shimmering in the moonlight with the water around her..." Bridget smiled just a tiny bit. What could she say? She liked pretty things so it was sad to see time and neglect take that away.

"Let me guess, you arrived today as well?" Not that the other woman stood out in any odd way, but it just seemed like the locals either ignored or avoided the fountain. And THAT was odd to Bridget. In such a location in the town it was more likely that the source of fresh water wouldn't be passed up when it came to cleaning and cooking. So someone taking the time to study it must be like herself: a stranger.