scry me a river

Mischief aside, Bramble looked up at her brother when he mentioned that she needed to blow on it. Her head tilted slightly to the side at the idea of it. Was he right? Who was she to question when she wasn’t even sure how to make it happen?

“Okay…” she said uncertainly before pursing her lips and pushing a gentle breath across the surface. Pulling her head back to look at the ripples, Bramble waited with baited breath until Kea gasped. “What is it?!” She squealed, looking excitedly but seeing nothing.

Convinced her brother was being truthful, Bramble blew on the surface again.