Silver Creek out for a paddle

Thank you as well, and especially for the likely soon to be important history lesson!

For a moment they stood in silence. It was the type of silence that lay over you warm as a sunbeam, full and comfortable. She bid him farewell and he dipped his head to her, smiling again. "Not if I spot you first, Shreya. I'll seek you out for another tale sometime. Or perhaps to share one of mine." He watched as she moved out of the river and shook herself. He felt it only kind to watch her go until she disappeared. Once her figure was gone he turned himself and sighed a satisfied sigh. He moved towards the center of the river again, deciding to finish the swim since he was already wet. 

​The rest of the afternoon was a simple one. He mulled over the story Shreya had weaved and float in the waters of Silver Creek. With luck, he would belong to these waters soon and they would to him.