The river coursed down the hill, seemingly normal if not for the cloudiness obscuring her vision. Usually she was able to see the sandy bottom, to see the schools of fish that traveled with the waters to spear them for dinner. Yet, today she couldn’t see much past the ripples and she couldn’t deny that something was very wrong with the water.
There wouldn’t be any supper tonight. Instead, she looked toward the water source, curious as to what was happening at the top of the waterfall to make the river dirty.
“Let’s go, Chase.” She ran into the cabin, grabbed her pack with one hand and his hand with the other, and proceeded to dash back out.
“Wait, wait, wait…” Chase tried to dig his heels into the dirt, only succeeding in slowing Emmy down momentarily. “Where are we going?”
“To the top of the waterfall. Duh.”
Chase shook off her grip from his own and straightened out his jacket while simultaneously checking to be sure he had his knife in his belt. “I’m going to need a little more context here.”
“It’s the water,” Emmy said. “I can’t see the fish.”
Chase raised an eyebrow. “We ran out of fish?”
“It’s too cloudy,” Emmy further clarified. “We’re going to see what’s up with the water source, maybe fight off whatever has polluted it.”
“Right.” Chase rolled his eyes but, by the sounds of his footsteps, continued to follow Emmy up the path toward the waterfall. “This will work out in our favor, with me just armed with a dagger and you with a… What do you have to defend yourself with, anyway?”
Emmy paused before giving her fishing rod a shake.
“Great.” Chase’s tone indicated the opposite. Nonetheless, Emmy heard him heave a sigh before catching up to her side.
No matter how insane her ideas may be, she could always count on Chase to be by her side.