the river was a place of calm for coriander.

the feeling of water running through his toes. the small little fishies flitting past everywhere he looked. the constant babble of moving water, jumping over rocks and branches, making its way to nowhere in particular. it brings a sense of peace and serenity that coriander finds usually among flowers and colorful things.

so far in this land he had made few friends. there was the conversation with a passerby, the warning from a wolf he came too close to when seeking a sleeping place for the night. otherwise he'd had very little interaction and it was beginning to wear on him. interaction was important for the flower child, he craved it much like nature craved it's mother sun.

graceful is his departure from the water, most unlike his fall into the murk a few days back. his coat was cleaned of that unfortunate occurrence now, thanks to the bath he just took. water droplets fly off in every which direction as he shakes his body, a only partly useful task in drying himself off. he would have to bask in the sun for awhile, he supposes, and goes about finding a nice spot to lie himself down.

there's a clearing only a few yards from the water, and he's pleased with the realisation that he can still hear the murmuring river sounds. he sits back on his haunches first, eyes falling shut as he lets his ears take over his work for him. when the only sound he hears is the sound of the river he lays, rolling onto his side not long after and inevitably falling into a warm and comfortable nap.

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