Feb 12, 2014
While wandering through the forest, collecting flowers to weave into a crown, Naerwen stopped at a branch of the River Rush. Sitting on a rock, she reached up to make sure the ones she had weaved into her hair were still in place.
Disturbed by a new arrival, the river god rose from his bed as a watery mass. His body, sickly green with muddy and hunched shoulders, drifted over to the girl. “Do you know this place, human?” Itzal asked. It was ironic that his populated branch of the river had been completely forgotten by the rest of the world after the Telmarine Conquest. If the Daughter of Eve thought she could trespass so lightly, his limp, dripping fingers would become a noose.