The Vodyanoy shrugged his robe and handed it to me. "I will be back. Wait for me here. When I get back. We should talk."
I never grasped the material. It slipped and fell in a pool at our feet. The King sighed and dived into the river. I perched on one of the steps behind me. It was nice that he wanted to talk. I was done with that. He lost the chance to talk to minute his vodyanitsa messed with me. Things were going to get worse. He had to wake up before it was too late.
I leaned back, admiring the sky. The Forest of Beast was scary. Fear followed us over to the Mating Mountains. This place was most beautiful than the last three. Yet, it was worse than vicious beasts, covering our faces from a daring mist. The further we went on this journey the more complicated things became. It worried me about the horrors the Valley of Bonds held.
