Lake it or not

When the C's'tr slipped away from her sisters, it trailed blue-green fluid to mark its passage through the reservoir, until it vanished into the depths.

Before she did, she waved at her sisters, under a sky that was had just started to turn pink and gold.

Two of them watched her go, as others wound the hose back into the truck.

One asked, "What's downstream of here?"

The other said, "A few towns. Then the ocean."

Their aquatic sister shot out of the water, into the air, cleared the dam easily, and somersaulted into the mist below.

"...Showoff."

The first one smiled.

They turned around to face their sisters, and they all head for the truck. One said, Now what?

Another said, Breakfast.