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. Why are they like that?"
"Who knows?"
"I thought maybe you would."
"I don't."
"Oh well."
He pets one of the horses' noses.
"Oooh, can I do that?"
He smiles. "Sure."
Pet pet.
The horse whickers softly.
"Eeee it made a sound!"
"They do that."
Pet pet pet.
The horse nuzzles at her hand inquisitively.
Water giggles.
"She wants to know if you've got a treat for her," he explains.
"Oh. I don't."
"Do you want to give her one?"
"I would need to have one."
He produces a small fruit from a pocket and hands it to her.
"She eats these?"
"When they're available."
Water holds one out for the horse.
The horse eats it out of her hand with a happy whuffing noise.
Water is so charmed!
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