Fairspell Meadow Whiplash

don't need to swim. qiao grunted in her no-nonsense way, bending down to collect the to'lang.

she paused to assess the boy's change in posture. while his ears stood like twin peaks atop his narrowly framed face, he looked hesitant.

come, qiao redirected -- sparing him a glance that could almost be called gentle. she shouldered the to'lang and began to walk. the gods gave us four legs to cross streams, rivers, lakes, and oceans. if we did not have need for four types of terrain, we would not have a leg for each one of them.