Falls of the Hinterlands well i tripped, i fell down

Back again.

Wren didn't honestly know the exact reason why. Maybe because she liked the particular element; water was everchanging and chaotic at the same time. But in the end she could only guess. It could be many, many reasons. Or was it simple? Did she simply love looking at the falls? Whatever.

A few weeks... It had been that since coming to the Teekons. She sighed, resting her back legs against the cold ground. Light flurries shot down from the darkening sky. Licking her lips, she glanced down at the water. Wondering if there were any fish left, she peered closer. 

Flickers of scales swam across her vision. Wren extended a long limb, touching the water softly. The fish darted away at the ripples. She found amusement in that. When they returned, the woman would touch the surface again. Then again, a repeat of the same thing. She couldn't help the chuckle.

It broke the silence of the Hinterlands.