Kalir put the rest of the company between himself and Ajada, and LinGalad unconsciously joined him. Mattius and Endereth were glad that some friendships were forming, but Ajada concerned them. Mattius joined her, and tried to make small talk. She forced herself to be polite, but she wasn't interested, and kept one eye on LinGalad and Kalir.
LinGalad looked back at the friendly river several times, wistfully.
Kalir chuckled more each time. "What is it about you and water?"
"I wish it came from the forest, and we could follow it there, " LinGalad sighed. "I hate to leave it. I love its song, its shine, its fragrance, everything about it."
"It's glacial, " Kalir said. "It smells cold, it feels cold, it looks cold. And it tastes strange."
"It has the taste of the mountains it came from, " LinGalad said. "Speaking of mountains, we must now either go over or around them, and I wonder which it is to be. "
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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