Swiftcurrent Creek to be the wing that fans the flame

Though he tried to seem nonchalant, a flicker of ears betrayed his attentiveness, and when she spoke of her inability to swim, his opened his big mouth to respond, the beginnings of what was surely some half-cocked advice already unfurling on his tongue.

But she went on, and King let his jaws click shut, his ears falling back in shy embarrassment. She's teasing me, he realized. "My uncle Searshaw had that same problem," he said instead, speaking with the same gravity of the strange, ruddy girl. "Only, he didn't levitate. The water just went around him. Got to be where we'd all huddle next to him when it rained, so that we didn't catch a cold."