When offered the chance to get out beyond the territory and explore for the first time- really explore- she could hardly contain her excitement. It was quite literally bursting at her seams- a very obvious spring to each stride she made in her mother's shadow. But all and all, it was a quiet trip. Talyssa's attention was too absorbed in the details of the white-trunked aspen grove to keep up any kind of conversation. The movement. The engagement. The life that surrounded them. The sun-kissed autumn was gone, and spring was now in full force. The more she looked, the more she saw. The more her wanderlustful heart sang.
It wasn't long until she heard the flow of moving water take hold in the background. However, it was very different from the sounds that the ocean made. This held a certain serenity, a lazy trickle over smooth stones. When the river came into view, Talyssa was mesmerized- completely engulfed in the beauty of her surroundings. So when Briar lead the way to the shaded spot, it came to her as a surprise when they abruptly stopped. Her pale blue gaze immediately sought out direction in her mother's face- though, she wasn't left wondering for long.
The giggles that ensued when she was tucked in between her mother's forelegs couldn't be helped. But when her gentle voice pointed out one of the haphazard wooden structures that cut across the river, she tilted her head in thought. Whatever the pile of limbs and trunks was, it seemed to be preventing the river from flowing freely. The creek was broader in width on one side than the other, causing a small amount of flood on the side from which the stream was being fed. "That huge pile of sticks is blocking the water." She observed softly. With a fascinated look, she tilted her chin back so she could look up to her mother from where she sat. "How did it all get piled up like that?" Talyssa asked out of genuine curiosity. If anyone knew the purpose of such an occurrence, she was confident that it would be her mother.
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