Totoka River it’s yours and it’s mine.

qiao and her familiar made quick progress of their climb north. they broke speed to rest only when necessary; she charted the stars at night, and tracked the gathering clouds as they sped past. they’d avoided the great hurdle of the mountains to their east, and eventually came upon a river whose end spat into a frothy and dark sea. 

qiao slowed as the tang of salt became evident. they were still some miles from the coast being visible, but she knew they were close. we are almost there, look— she motioned to @Stormchaser so he would see the change in scenery; how the trees grew smaller and more wiry, how large plots of vegetation thinned out to shrubs and vines. even the earth changed from rich loam to glittery silt and gritty sand. you will know you are close, for the ground and the trees and the air change. sense that? she inhaled the deep salt and the smell of tide flats. that is the smell of the sea.