Whitewater Gorge we have no evidence it wasn't

By the time his name made its entrance through numbed veils of hearing to her ears, her cut chin was wobbling, and her tissuey lips, too; so she snagged a tooth into the lower one, brow creasing as her willed her wavering mind to commit this name to memory. Had she known his own foreign utterance, Aure would’ve gladly  (read: not)  informed him of all the benefits  (read: there’s none)  of holding one beneath the currents.
...Fortunately, though, his query snared upon the more readied parts of her mind; her tone a huffy drawl:

“Bloodwort is more commonly found in rich woodland. Stonecrop is discoverable in more arid places than these; they are succulents, and their root systems are shallow. Ironweed...” That’d been the name of it, right?... “Ironweed can be found in meadows, and are most fertile in dampened environments.”

Once more, she fell quiet, thin shoulders weighing away from her wisping neck like ivory, too-fine anchors. And once more, the silver rose, and began to trek her way down at a much slower pace than before; as if all that’d ignited her this day had simply... gone out.