It was a strong current. The same current that turned the mill wheel that ground wheat for the people of the her land. It had power, and she was fighting that power.
Water streamed over her body. It flowed past her eyes. She felt the current over her eyeballs. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. She was going to go to the source of the creek. She felt an electric thrill do through her body. Not down her spine, though. That was not a fish’s way, apparently. Fish did not entertain the possibility of thrills.
No matter. The creek, she knew, extended up into the mountains. Before it got there, it passed through the castle. Right under the smoke and fire that the dragons had made. She pushed against the current. It parted before her. She had to keep up her motions. If she dawdl
