A wild otter appears! Who: Freddie and Oz Where: the river When: 11am
Freddie had not been sleeping well lately. She didn't know why, though the nightmares or the agitated dreams she kept having could be to blame. If only she could get her hands on some magic pills to sleep comfortably and, as far as she knew, dreamless, she would be settled. Another bad night's sleep made her crave being near water, running, natural water. Just sitting under the shower for hours didn't cut it this time. She needed to clear her head, calm down, make peace with whatever it was that had been stirred within her. Did anyone have such a thing as belated PTSD? Because she kept dreaming about dark caves and chains, these days. the only way Freddie knew to make herself feel better was a lake, a river, somewhere peaceful and with plenty of water.
This was why she had set for the river almost as soon as she had woken up. She ran - or rather, drove - to it as fast as she could, almost like it was calling her as much as she needed it. Maybe her familiar was right, and there was a more personified version of water that knew when she needed it. Freddie liked to think so, at least.
Once she got there, she was quick to park the car and leave it to go sit by the bank. Removing her shoes and socks, she dipped her legs in the water and laid back, letting out a deep breath. She felt a tiny bit better already.