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

"i s-suppose," lestan said without looking up even as her shadow fell across him. a round trout sauntered by beneath the current, and he lunged for it, dislodging the bit of ivory into the water. dismayed to hear its splash, lestan cried out! he started away from the fish at once, fumbling in the silt with gasping breaths and spluttered shouts until he surfaced with the ivory piece once more.
it was only then, hunched and streaming on the riverbank, that he turned to look at them. a woman whose age showed in her sharp, visible wisdom; the mayfair scudded his eyes with bright inquisitiveness over she and her accoutrements, then moved to the boy at her side, a taller youth with the same piercing look in his sun-hued stare.
"p-passing t-through?" lestan asked pleasantly.
he felt the deerpiece under his paw and was assured.