Velo en Cascada But you can dip your feet

A journey to the Falls was due, if only to appreciate them at full flow following the return of the rains. Isomne had stumbled upon them not long after she had come to the Chasm. Today would be the first time she had been able to see their full splendor.

She could hear the susurrus of the falls through the trees, but whenever she thought she was headed toward them, the sound would fade again, and the snowy woman found herself turning on her heel, circling back on paths she had already walked. The song of the falls was tantalizing, music to her ears. She could not turn back now, though she had been at it for over an hour already.

At some point, the notion came into her head that the falls were singing to her, and she ought to answer them back.

"Please, where are you?" she sang out. She could always find occasion to sing.

Her voice echoed strangely around the woods. On barely more than an echo and a whim, Isomne chose a direction and set off again. Occasionally she would lift her head and call out, occasionally changing direction slightly.

Slowly, the soft song of the falls became steady. She was close now. How odd, she thought, for she was sure she had not come this way before.