Whitefish River i'll wait for you there.

the morning sun was bright and brilliant in the cold, open air.

they had slept upon the river to prepare to reach basilica's claim this afternoon. treva kissed the golden crown of @Toula with ease. seeing it fit to rouse the girl from her slumber, lest they lose the whole day to resting.

she expected her daughter to come join her along the river's edge. she expected sayf and @Sokha to keep watchful eyes as the last of their plans came to fruition while she enjoyed the morning with her daughter. for soon she would be left in the hands of the beastly, handsome men of basilica.

treva washed the cold water over herself.

she drew slowly after her mother, the sleep already cleaned from her eyes. but the remnants of it lingered in her mind still, where she dreamily looked up to her mother as she arrived at her side.
Toula marveled once again to see she stood as tall as her mother did! it was so strange to the young Amiirad, who respectfully averted her gaze and joined her in the—
she could not withhold the squeal! Toula leapt from the waters, aghast and breathless, before laughing: it is so cold!