04-09-2017, 08:25 PM
To a child, the idea that his world has not always been the same is a rather enormous one. He's quiet for a while as he ponders it. He cannot quite grasp the idea of familial seperation, since his mother is his family and his father is always by the water. How could they ever be something different, be somewhere else? It's unfathomable.
The land she describes is a distraction from such thoughts, and he tries to imagine such a land. There are forests and meadows in Sylva, but their only waterfalls are a handful of rapids and whitewater. It would be wonderful to see an actual waterfall.
She offers to lead him to Zhenga, and Ivar nods enthusiastically. "Yes1 I want to meet her! Is she like you? What does she look like? Do you think she'll help me catch a bird?"
The land she describes is a distraction from such thoughts, and he tries to imagine such a land. There are forests and meadows in Sylva, but their only waterfalls are a handful of rapids and whitewater. It would be wonderful to see an actual waterfall.
She offers to lead him to Zhenga, and Ivar nods enthusiastically. "Yes1 I want to meet her! Is she like you? What does she look like? Do you think she'll help me catch a bird?"