The river is more my style. ...because she's a naiad, that's not really news to anyone who's been paying attention; her first experience with Baedal's ocean left a sour taste in her mouth that she sometimes sets aside and sometimes doesn't, depending largely on the state of her mood with everything else at a given moment. When Ruby was still here, and Katya, we went to the beach once, though.

It's a good memory; she misses both of them and feels strange thinking about the comings and goings of others now that she's certain she'll stay. (Will she, though--? Or will Baedal get tired of her, one day, and then it won't matter that she's dead anywhere else or that she'd built a home here-- but she doesn't think of it like that because she'll go mad. Madder.)

Everything feels so small here.