Gareth, like her siblings, appreciated nature and all its bountiful gifts. Gawain treasured the sky, Gaheris favored the trees, and Gareth loved the ground. She loved the grass beneath her feet and the solidity of the earth. There were times when she would take a moment and stand in place, feeling the wind rush around her, and imagine roots growing from the soles of her boots, down into the ground, connecting her to everything else.
But there was one thing that soothed Gareth more than solid ground; running water held such a divine beauty that she could spend hours at the stream, watching the water flow by, turning over pebbles and splashing where land and water met.
She never could completely express why water soothed her so. Rain had a similar effect, but not nearly as strong as that of the stream.
Surrounded by nature, Gareth felt the peace of the universe, and by the water, she felt it resonate in her soul, like a breath of life that had yet to end.