Mudminnow River where alph, the sacred river ran

tasha shakes her head, inclining it in the rough direction of khorasan. i come from the east, bagadur, she replies, looking rueful. i do not know at all about the river. perhaps it does. hopefully, for the fishes' sake, not to mention ours, she adds with a smirk, a quiet burst of laughter.

she takes an idle inhale, letting it go slowly through pursed lips. i have much to learn about this land, tashkent says, wonder in her tone. have you been here long, treason? you and your family? she gestures with an arc of her nose at the landscape. this i am familiar with, but the mountains, the forests. . .those are different from everything i have ever known.