Totoka River There is no sorrow like the memory of love and the knowledge that it is gone forever

They were silent together for a while, but in that time as she digested, Pendragon studied her. He studied what little things he could without disturbing the moment, taking small fleeting glances when she was preoccupied. Gradually his interest grew, for it was much easier to focus on another being and ignore his own pain; so when she spoke, he welcomed the opportunity for conversation. Judging by her voice alone she seemed cautious — but that was obvious, so was he. The tone reminded him of his younger siblings, and adding that to the girl's size and ability (when descending the hillside), he assumed she was around his age. Yet when he turned and gave her a direct look, he saw youthfulness reflecting back at him. She was young! Fresh out of childhood - and alone?

This land was a peculiar one indeed.

No, he answered after a missed beat, and then turned to regard the river again, but only with a fleeting glance. She was much more interesting than his own unhappy thoughts. Judging by her finesse when climbing down to the riverside, he considered returning the question — but ended up changing the topic. You have a noble bearing, he complimented easily, for he could identify anyone of high-breeding, although why someone would allow a princess to wander without a guard was a perplexing thought indeed. Does your kingdom encompass this river?