Hushed Willows Hush little baby don't you cry..

She was already scrambling, filled with a panic that rivaled the growing chill of the river water across her body, and was kicking with her hind limbs frantically, when the two adults burst on to the scene. Ibis had her front limbs planted precariously upon a stony ledge, and while she kicked her feet she tried to touch down somewhere that would let her leap free of the river's pull. She was too small, though. The section she'd fallen in might've been easily thwarted by any teenager or adult, but the girl had always been so very small, and her limbs could only reach so far. She was crying out in tiny bursts - like a chick calling for its mother - right when she lost her grip. Her chest touched upon the stone ledge, then her chin with a clack, and she felt herself being pulled backwards by the water.