Whitefish River Unvsiyv

Oh, oh no no no.

Sunken eyes widened when she planted into the water. He hadn't meant to — maybe he should just leave. Yet surely it was too late for him to turn around and leave. In fact, it would be leagues worse to do so now after he had startled her into all of this.

His lands?

Not my lands at all. Which sounded like almost a pitiful thing to say! He had no lands, no home, nothing to place his name to. It was as freeing as it was troubling. He found himself uncertain if he should ask after her or the bird— her presence seemed unique in every way.

If neither was an option, it eluded him.

Does the bird follow where you travel?