[To be quite honest, Constance could spend all her time simply watching the sakura petals fall, with a small, almost wistful smile on her lips. But it's almost like the island doesn't want her to -- indeed, the water, making its way towards the reservoir, laps over her feet before she notices, promptly making her socks and shoes get wet.]
[She doesn't seem to mind it too much, really, not when the island isn't quite as cold as the other ones. Instead, she blinks, confused at the moving water... but soon enough, she's smiling again.]
Well, aren't you in a hurry? [It's obvious the water is going somewhere, and she wants to find out - so following it is only the sensible choice. And as she gets to the reservoir, the water slowing down, she stops to look around, too.]