When she expected an answer- a definition and description, she was instead met with a prompt. An invitation to go figure the sound out for herself. A lopsided grin spread across her features alongside a narrowed gaze as she looked up at her father. Talyssa wasn't sure if she liked surprises or not. But with a shallow 'huff', the young girl propelled herself forward. Bounding forward at a quicker pace on clumsy limbs she hadn't quite yet mastered.
While she was completely invested in the environment, she was comforted by the echo of her father's stride behind her. She would periodically glance over her shoulder to ensure that he was still right there. But for the most part, her attention remained with the river and its surrounding cover. The crashing noise grew louder as they approached. Talyssa was absolutely convinced that it came from the water. It was too similar to the ocean noises for it not to be. But when the first part of the falls came into sight, she fell to a halt in her tracks. She had no idea what she had expected to find, but this cascade off jagged rock was not it. It was remarkable to see the surge of river current projecting its way off what seemed to be a small cliff, and then ... nothing. "Wow!" Taly exclaimed in awe- completely taken aback by what played out before them. "What is this place?" She asked out loud- a little louder in volume so she could be heard over the thundering roar. She could barely hear herself. Even still, her widened pale blue gaze stayed fixated on the natural wonder before them. Not waiting for a response, she took another couple of steps closer to the more gradual decline off the side of the drop-off that the water had carved. While she didn't begin the descent, she did lean forward to get a better look at where the water was falling. Heavy sheets fell, landing at the base of the crag, only to cause a thick mist to diffuse into the air from the disturbance.
For the first time since arriving at the falls, she sought out her father's attention. "Can we go down there?" She asked, gesturing towards the bottom of the slope with an ivory paw.
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