Swiftcurrent Creek ανύψωση

foxfire, as ever, had traced out a path for rhaenyra to follow. the frost-streaked osprey led her princess to a bountiful creek, a shaded verdant place with an aura of safety. among the trees, she felt almost as if she stood within a stronghold. rhaenyra was not deceived, however. the trees blocked naught but the hope of seeing an approaching enemy. this was a vulnerable place.
rhaenyra had taken to teaching @Bartholomew a few words in the old tongue. she would rip up a clump of new grass or tap a tree with her paw and name them all, announce the words for the creatures she heard as they shrieked and trilled and shuffled all around them. she said little else; it would have been a waste of breath.
as they reached the creek, she turned to him. «ρυάκι,» she said, tilting her muzzle toward the creek. perhaps he would learn enough to hold a proper conversation by the time rhaegar found her.