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"Alright I'll be right back", I say running outside, and then up to the river bank.

My mother already sitting up onto the bank with a glare in her face. So I muster out the best thing to think of and say, "Hey"

Her face softens, though still has a face on. So I say, "Im going to be careful, Ive practiced this during my free time, and with nothing to do..........."

My mother then says, "Alright, but I will be watching, and if anything, you will be grounded from your 'nothing' ." She says, and then slips back into the water.

I then sigh and then dip my spread out fingers into the water, bringing my hand back up and out of the water, a trail of water follows, It noisily sounds like a fountain, gushing up and loosing its form, It flops back into the water, leaving my hand.
I sigh with dissapointment, and then jab my hand back into the water, then shoot up and run up back to the house, the water sounding with a "boom" once it leaves the river, and follows me, still connected to my hand. I "pull and tug" on the the water, and then the end of the stream leaves the river. I then use my other hand to "Real" in hte line of water. It collects in a blob onto my hand. Then I walk to the door and hold the water blob in two hands, it acts like it is droping from my hands, to stops only a little bit from the ground, dangling.

"Ardrian....", I say completing his sentence. I then busied myself with literally "sweeping" the water over the floor, everywere it goes over, glass gets collected.

"I suppose I would........", I say thinking off somewere but here. My head fills with stories that my mother had told me about the governings of Narnia.

I snapped my head in Mr. Beacers direction. Getting distrubed out of my off place thinkings always starteld me. So to reasure I say,

"Oh yes, yes, Im fine. I actually think I should do more......"

I say examining the still broken pieces of glass, shattered here and there things, and what-nots. So I then let my water drop to the floor. I then use my hands like a puppet master would, snaking my little current-of-a-stream through the little house. Here and there, pieces of glass would collect, so I say,

"Would you mind If I kept these glass shards? My mother is very artsy, and would make a beautiful-something, im sure, out of all of this....."

"Thank you", I say, pileing it outside with the other shards.

Then I think of sea glass, and then of the trip downstream it would take my mother and I. What she would give for sea water for an arts craft............

A broad smile spread across my face, still looking off in the distance, I seem reluctant to turn my head, but as I do, I see Mr. Beaver and remember that I had spaced out again.

How many times have I done this today?

Was my first thought, but then a composed sentence rolled off my tongue. So I said,

"The river next door actually. Your dam has been a help, keeping it together, my mother is eternally grateful, and was frightened when the wolves came, she thought they might of torn it down if it came to it, that is why we were reluctant-er-she, would not let me come out of the waters because they were there. Even though of course the 'immortal-ice', as she kept up calling it-"

I nod over to the river out the door over my shoulder, implying the forever-winter that the white witch had casted over narnia, it seemed soo long ago................

Then my sub-concious rang out to my head,

Oooooooh, no! not that again!

I continue my sentance in time hopefully that he didnt see I was about to space out again into the blue. Was this a part of being a nymph? I was only half, so my mind might be split into two, making it difficult for me.

"-would not let us out anyways."

Though I was reluctant and tried to fight it, I eventually spaced out. Images of the ice slowly creeping up onto my mother flashed across my mind. During that time when the White Witch reigned, my mother was numb and could not even move. To this danger of the wolves she would not let my out of her binding self, even though it would of been difficult being trapped in her waters under her ice.

((Oh, ok. I think it has, Ill be over there.))

"Well, I think thats it that I can do. But I have to go soon."

Adriano said running out the door, down towards the river. Once he got there, he swished the little stream witch held the little glass shards. It was being held by his nymph powers to him, so he returned it to the river, and his mother came up to the bank were he stood, she examined the little glass pieces, which glimmered in the sunlight. She smiled up to him, and the said,

"Adriano, I would like you to go to Cair paravel. I know you have not ever left me, but now you need to venture for yourself, and maybe make your own river-home somewere in Narnia."

The unexplainable abilities of the nymphs allowed Adriano's mother to conjure the water she was wading in, to lift her body to allow her to kiss him on the cheek. She then went back down into the waters, and swam downstream. This was her bleassings for a safe journey.

Doumbfoundedly, Adriano stood there on the bank of his mother's river, and thought about what he would do. Then excitement for adventure welled up in him, and then suddenly, water from the river swelled up onto the bank were Adriano stood, there it circled around his legs, and took the form of a fishes tail. Though before this, Adriano took off all of his cothes, and bundled it up together. When his transformation was done, he jumped into the water, and darted down to the bottom of the river, were his dwelling place was. He took out from under a rock, a small sack, here he took his clothes and put them into it. He slung the sack around his waist, and then swam up to the median of the river, he looked downstream were his mother went, and then upstream were he was headed. He then darted upstream, and swam upstream untill he got to the sea, were the castle Cair Paravel lied on it's shores.

((I will now post at Cair Paravel. Sorry, mister Beaver.))