Swiftcurrent Creek I became an adult since the pictures of my childhood

set before this thread @Moony

Although the river was where she said she would not go, for worry of the cold that it may bring, it was there that she found herself anyway. Lingering along the water’s edge, following the length of it; although a fine layer of ice stretched across the surface, she still saw the current rushing below—and, in many places, the current was so strong that even the finest of icy layers dared not form. For how long she may follow it, she was yet to be certain—perhaps until she discovered what it was that she desired, perhaps longer.