Whitefish River I sure need a lazy summer day

she nodded. "I'm too small, I think. and sometimes they're trickier than fish." perhaps she ought to stick to what she was good at, though something tempted her to try for what she couldn't achieve. yet, anyways. she can hear the rush of the river now, distantly, but her mouth almost waters at the thought of the cool relief it'll bring. "so you go on adventures? don't ya get scared, b' yourself?" she certainly is, and is entirely glad she found this place when she did.