The wind whispered

With Novella's confirmation Gwyndolyn hardly waited two beats before she chose a direction and began to pad onward, expecting the other girl to be close behind. She followed the delta, traversing the rockier terrain carefully. Occasionally her head would lower to sniff curiously at one thing or another, or she'd take a deep breath - she could smell the larger body of water and an acrid, unfamiliar smell. Salt. There was bound to be something interesting around here to look at. It was now that she allowed a lull in the conversation, though her mind lingered on Novella's words: "I suppose it is pretty good knowledge even if I don't plan on going anywhere else."

There was a time Gwyn had thought similarly - only a few months ago. That she would never leave, never go anywhere other than where she had been - didn't plan on it. Plans could change in a heartbeat. I was always restless there anyway, she thought darkly to herself, pausing briefly to cast her eyes out and turned to follow the flow of the water. If the silence was uncomfortable for Novella, Gwyn was unaware, her keen green eyes more interested now in taking in her surroundings, her head on things other than conversation... like that salty smell. She was pretty sure she smelled water, but it didn't smell normal. Gwyn had never seen an ocean before. She came from the forest... and the only water in the forest was the river.