Whitefish River Then I said, "I gotta go - I gotta be in Monticello."

She was not sure what carried her inland at night. It was unlike her in every way- she was a sea siren, a mermaid- a bossa nova girl. This was no place for her. Nevertheless, she'd left their realm once again, this time taking a different path and finding herself following the river. Dainty black paws carried her a distance from home, and as the sun kissed the horizon, she was nearly ready to turn back.

But here a voice touches her ears, a lovely sound like music. Ears tilt towards the gentle chimes, and her feet follow. Glowing there in the breaking sunlight stood a beautiful angel. Pale yet dappled with shadows, wings sprouted from her shoulder blades, and Huā nearly stumbled backward in the presence of such an otherworldly sight. The sunrise blinding her, she was unable to see the little companion hiding there. "Are you a spirit?" She calls out with equal fear and wonder.