The small toad hopped up the side of the rocks, trying desperately not to lose its footing as pebbles lost their hold and scattered downwards. A human sat upon the rocks, hooded and cloaked, their soft brown eyes staring up at the thundering falls, lost in thought. Finally the toad managed to reach the human’s ankle and used that as a solid place to hop over to the knee instead. “River!” it said, huffing slightly from the exertion. Slowly, as if returning from very far away, the human turned to look down at the creature perched on his knee. “Yes? Did Dozmjir send you?” “Yes!” said the toad. “He wants to know what you’re doing! You have a story to write! Posts to put up on your blog! Questions in your askbox to answer! Why aren’t you doing any of that? Also he wants you to make Quoth stop reciting the Epic of Gilgamesh, he was on tablet seven and wouldn’t stop when I left.” River giggled slightly, “I can’t make Quoth do anything. He’s his own bird. As for my story and blog, well... I’ll get to them. But sometimes... it’s enough to just stop and let your mind wander away to the sound of running water.” The toad could think of no real response to this but to huff irritably. River smiled down from the shadows of his hood, eyes twinkling in the dark. “Tell your uncle Dozmjir that I’ll work on things soon. Though I might join this impromptu poetry reading Quoth seems to have started. I’ve always liked the Epic of Gilgamesh.”













