Whitebark Stream Margaritas for all

Merlin would not have been aware of who Sequoia was even if he had not bashed his head, got severe concussion, along with some brain damage and an ensuing memory loss of most of what had happened before his accident and during the time he had been recovering from it. Because he had been a wee-baby, when they had met each other first, and now he was an adult and she - well - was an older one. 

He heard the sound of approaching footsteps, splashing of water and rolled on his stomach to have a better look of, who it was. The boy was not fearful by nature, but he was a tad bit relieved, when he saw a girl approaching. So far the only creepy specimen of this gender had been the dark-pelt mute-lass down south. This - on the other hand - seemed quite harmless, unless she was a true psychopath that could fear faces and personalities like masks. 

"Oy, lass - looking for me?" he shouted out to her for the sheer fun of it.