There is a river.
It is a wide river, and deep, but not a violent one, not here. There is a single island in the center, with the water running placidly past its shores. On either bank, sparse trees hold the banks from crumbling in.
It is early morning. A single bird sounds its call. All is peaceful.
"Oh. And animals can't talk, so you couldn't tell them."
Water wants to read more stories.
Oh good!
Water will sit here reading as long as Mileda does.
Mileda will read until about lunchtime, at which point she puts the books away and gathers seaweed and eats that and cold venison.
"Can I have some?"
Water has some. Nom.
Oooh!
That's okay, being splashed is fun too.
Water goes on like this for a few weeks until she decides to go bother a farmer.
Water wears deerskin! And she flies to the rectangles.
There are people in one of the rectangles cutting plants.
She lands near them. "Hi!"
"...Hi," one of them says.
"I'm Water."
"That's a funny name."
"What's your name?"
"Keveres."
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