Totoka River Break, break, break

Though entranced by the glittering waters – surely one of its last shows as the skies would soon turn to its indefinite seasonal overcast – Stelmaria did not miss the rise of the wind, its sultry whispers. Telling her something. She perked up as if hearing a voice and looked into the face of her unseen company.

She looked straight through Vercingetorix.

There was nothing there for her to perceive. In an unconscious way, she had felt him, but now that she was alert, her senses detected no part of him: not sight, sound, scent, taste, or touch, should he try it. Stelmaria simply was not open to the presence of ghosts.

She looked out over the river once more, aware that she might have been hearing things, but this seemed like a great opportunity to superimpose her own desires onto the hidden voice. Claim this place as my own, you say? Stelmaria chuckled. Why, riverland, I had no idea you were so eager to see a queen rise.