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

a little more madness. as a treat.
the totoka's traveled tributary was now tower to the termagant which lestan had become. increasingly erratic, though not yet volatile, he ran to and fro between beachside locales until he exhausted himself.
all in avoidance of pending departure, of course.
as an apology to @Elodie and shardik and @Bonario, who had come to hang about in guardianship which lestan assumed was reluctant — in apology he was fishing beneath the sun in the cold river just beyond the reeds, and fishing rather well as he hummed tunelessly.
the circle of deer ivory was held beneath one hind-paw.