Who We Are Isn't How We Live

Gliding into the canyon, Razi picked her way down the rocky paths, hopping from one to another with the grace and surefootedness all who resided here seemed to acquire after at least a few weeks of traversing the potentially treacherous terrain. It was, admittedly, a great way to train oneself. Walking these thin paths along the canyon walls required balance, and awareness of one's own body. You didn't know how much awareness you actually lacked until knowing where every limb was exactly was paramount to surviving the next few minutes.

When she reached the canyon floor she would seek out the river immediately, seeking out the best spot to get low enough to drink. Odd... Normally the water was high enough to access easily. Hearing someone nearby, Razi glanced over and saw the small, pale woman she'd yet to formally be introduced to. After drinking her fill, she padded over to the woman, gesturing to the river and musing, "If it gets much lower we'll have to climb all the way to the cedar falls for a drink." That did not sound ideal. Rain would be nice so she needn't worry about the possibility of such an idea becoming a reality. Remembering her manners, Razi added, "I'm Razi, I don't think we've truly 'met' thus far. Herb hunting, hm?" the woman hadn't noticed the plants until she was closer, and it was more the smell that caught her attention.