Whitewater Gorge the salesman's like what up,

Easy was fairly certain she wasn't lost. She'd gone down from the plateau, so didn't that mean she just had to go back up to get back home? "I'm from Morningside," she replied, not pausing to think that he might not know what that was. "Where are you from?" It did not occur to her that she might not know his pack, either, though she knew of no packs other than Easthollow and her own. (Somehow, she did not expect him to say Easthollow or a pack she didn't know, and she certainly didn't think he'd claim Morningside. Kids, amirite?)

"I don't need any help," she said firmly. "I'm just going to go aroung the butt. I mean - it's a ravine, okay? A ravine is a river that's waaaaay down below you, and that has cliffs on the other side, too." Daddy had told a lot of stories about travel, and those stories often included the death-defying act of leaping across ravines. She was old enough to think that going around it was the better option.