Qeya River outstretched arm, and upturned hand

AW but @Wardruna is with him

the pair traveled, largely in a silence that was neither strained nor uncustomary. in their time together imrathil had learned to appreciate wardruna spoke with purpose -- and the gaps and pauses in conversation were a comfort designed to leave each in their thoughts unhindered.

little as he remembered, he was certain he had never been here before -- the frothy whitewater was a sight to behold, and imrathil watched as it snarled over heavy boulders and coursed in a thick, ruddy stream downriver. occasionally he heard the throaty growl of stones grinding underfoot; massive boulders being moved downwards by the fierce current -- and he also, to his surprise, caught the occasional ice floe --

ice floe? imrathil frowned, looking to wardruna for guidance. upstream the river coursed with a vulgar vigor, yet around the bend he thought he saw a flat floodpan that perhaps would suit them for crossing.