Otter Creek among the chestnut trees of Mamre

upon reaching the edge of the chilled pool, she would've given pause, but hearing him sluicing through the flow of it was enough. hosannah descended, following without relent, and as soon as the water matched her shoulders - for she was a small thing - she set her teeth in a grimace. they began to chatter. if hosannah was to survive, she needed to resurface. she needed to reach the other side, lest the creek take her lithe form and drag it away; or she freeze, whichever came first. to do this, the girl would have to swim. but... she was frozen in place.

unlike warbone, she was unable to keep her head and face dry. a few steps later, she was up to her throat in the creek - then abruptly submerged. it took some struggling before she resurfaced, and then reached the shoreline, and pulled free of the water. she stood dripping before the stranger for a moment, looking utterly loused. where once she was proud and mighty, now her head struggled to stay level with her shoulders.