Whitewater Gorge It feels good to mess it up

She heard it, over in the hot springs, rising even above the nearby rushing river.

Her heart stopped for an instant, then resumed at an increasingly rapid pace.

PREVOST!! she called out, thinking it just might be—even though it sounded slightly off—but perhaps that had been the time away—

Maegi was ashamed to feel an utter, crushing disappointment as she came upon the very not-Prevost girl, flattened upon the ground, looking miserable. Then her motherly instincts kicked in.

Hello sweetheart, she crooned, making sure to keep both sides of her face visible. Wouldn't do to soothe the child, only to frighten her with her tattered left cheek. She approached slowly, trying to get a read on the girl's scent. You must be lost. . .where's your mama and daddy?