Swiftcurrent Creek Yangtze

Creek glanced anxiously towards his siblings when River settled her deadpan stare on him. She hadn’t said any of the previous answers were correct— in fact, she hardly even indicated she’d heard them at all.

And the sweet summerchild hadn’t stopped for a moment to think about why they must stay here. He was just happy to be here at all! Did they need a reason to be here other than: “This is fun!”

Aren’t we here to make friends? His cherubic face brightened, tail wagging. You said we needed to so-shall-eyes.