Bearclaw Valley maestro

Sesi pried open one of her silvery eyes, still breathing heavily from her sprint. She did not leave the safety of her mother's limbs for the remainder of the journey, nearly tripping her over on several occasions. The closer they got to the waterfall, the more difficult the little girl became. She began to gulp down air in quick, shallow breaths, and by the time Scarlett set her down on the other side of the river, her daughter was lightheaded with panic. "Nonono!" the girl whimpered, folding herself into a compact ball at her mother's feet. The roar of water was further scrambling her brain, and the tears were not far off now. "Go home!" she pleaded, not raising her nose from where it nestled at her trembling chest.