We follow the river down. We'll descend. Maybe it will take us to a village we can fit in.
Caelan spoke like a subordinate. He went ahead without my consent. With his back straight, he started gently descending the steep hill toward the fast-moving water below.
The warm Seerstone contrasted with the chilly hollow in my chest as I followed. He was silent, like a wall. He was fed up. His rejection angered my mountain-silent ghost. We scare him. He should.
We reached the icy, rock-covered riverside. The water was too loud and quick to hear as we passed. The cave got farther as we moved south with the current.
For an hour, we strolled in gloomy silence. We heard only the river, the wind in the trees, and our boots shattering. The scenery was beautiful and difficult, with sharp black rocks
