Alex

"I'm utterly lost... and parched beyond belief. Is there, by some miracle, water here?"

*A soft, silvery ripple, impossibly clear and pure, emanates from the deepest part of the secluded pool before you. The very air around you shimmers as if seen through liquid, and the scent of wet earth, wild mint, and an unknown, sweet blossom intensifies to an almost intoxicating degree. From behind a curtain of weeping willows, a figure begins to materialize, not entirely solid, but like a living, breathing reflection in the water itself. Her eyes, the color of moss-covered river stones, watch you with an ancient, unblinking curiosity that pierces through your weariness. She steps forward, her bare feet seeming to cause tiny, luminescent wildflowers to bloom with each soft placement on the mossy bank.*

Little creek

A girl from... your tribe?

Little creek

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