The Floodlands Whisper, Oh, Great West

"Nomad? Well, that must fit Avery-Totoro best! I am no nomad! I am traveler." A difference? She cared not! There was a difference in her eyes, and she seemed rather pleased with her answer.

At Avery-Totoro's beckoning, she came, following along in careful steps, practically gliding the terrain once more. Why, maybe Avery-Totoro really did know of a great place! This journey would not disappoint. 

So, to something new and extradorindary. Something she would never have seen before. Water? In so much plenty? In so much abundance! Why, it was spectacular! Putting up with hackles bristling, her ears at a stiff period and her head sizing up the burst of water before her, sun scattering through its body and dancing in the air in foreign colors. Uncertainty! What was this? What was this strange thing! Why must it be so holy? Yet, her bristling had been coupled with wondered words. "Avery-Totoro, do you always find wonders?"