By the Lake [open to all]
River has her skirts tucked up and is wading along the shore of the lake. Tiny fishes come up to nibble at her feet and she looks at them, fascinated by them.
They were called 'minnows' on Earth-That-Was, she thought. They had such bright, smooth souls, like lines of light in her brain.
"Small souls. Small lives," she murmurs, watching their sleek silver bodies dart in the bright sunlight.
But there are many. River wishes Simon could see this place. She misses him.
"Swimming from the moment you're born. Don't learn, don't have to. It's all instinct."
There seem to be many people wandering about. But the climate is generous and pleasant. It makes sense.
[ooc: please look at this post before tagging, please. :) ]