He didn't quite agree with taking the long way around to the journey's end, but he left that unsaid. Rather, he preferred to take the road to completion. The short road could be a short cut, but the long road could simply be avoiding the other end. Sometimes an issue, sometimes not...yet long or short, finished was the goal.
The Sephi was a step behind Abaigeal when she first encountered the deeper parts of the river. At first he thought she'd fallen, but she didn't go horizontal, simply sank. It was then he realized that there were pockets where the water was deeper, especially when she climbed out and back to the normal depth. Rather than continue his sloshing stride, he slowed. There was no point in hurrying now in any case, he'd nearly caught up with her. Instead he inched his way forward, dragging his toes and feet across the bottom of the river to test for those same pockets. It was far from foolproof and the number of stubbed toes suddenly skyrocketed, but it was effective. Using the Force to plumb the unseen surface would have been simpler...it would have been cheating.
Despite his concentration on the riverbed, he still noticed the change in the forest around them. They'd apparently entered a part of it where the gardeners didn't go, where nature was in control. Subtle changes were the indicators: the decreased light from thickened canopy, increased brush, the tiny paths made by native wildlife, even the rougher sides where the water met the land. No more consistently easy slopes and smooth sand and mud here, the slopes were harsh and flatter areas were covered with stones. Unruly was one word for it. Natural was another. Many saw disorder, even chaos in this sort of area and attempted to tame it. In the bigger picture though, it was nature that was the more balanced, which was thrown into disarray by attempts to manage it.
She interrupted his reverie. Again. This time was with a splash of water, shockingly cold against his face. His legs might have become accustomed to the temperature, but his face hadn't. He instinctively flinched away from the water. In doing so he lost his balance and stumbled a few steps over away from his companion. Though the depression he stepped in exacerbated his floundering, he was able to catch himself before fully losing his balance. Over here the current was stronger, though still not enough to sweep him off his feet. The stumbling had changed his position enough that he could now see around the corner. What he saw amused him, combined with her comment even more so. He shot her a grin as he indicated with his left hand what he saw...what was blocked from her sight by the bend.
"That's one word for it..."
Maybe fifteen meters around the bend, the water started churning. The increased current, combined with the rocks jutting from the riverbed and a series of tiered drops, turned what was once a serene flow into whitewater rapids.
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