Falls of the Hinterlands rhaeadr

Blood rolls from her fur and into the water.  It doesn't help.  It just makes it look like there's more, but it's just diluted or something.  The golden prince — Llewellyn — speaks again and her head whips up, ears standing at attention.

Oh! she starts, glancing at the sapphire jewels of his face, so different than the pool of blood that streams from her coat.  Um.  Yeah, I'm good.  It's been a weird few days.  Weeks.  Months.  It's been a weird fucking life, kind handsome stranger, do you want to hear all about it?

Haha.  Jesus, Ceara.  She walks back to shore, shaking out her coat to intentionally stir up the blood.  The water, for the most part, is clear again by the time she is back.  It's okay.  I don't know much about it.  But I can tell you what I do know, if you want.