Kit led Reeve down a narrow path, unsure if she was going the right direction or not, but thinking the babbling brook that led away from the spring had to be somewhere nearby, particularly when the foliage turned an even darker shade of green. Then, she heard it off in the distance and knew if she followed the lane deeper into the forest, she’d find the creek and then the spring.
The closer they got, the louder the water grew. Kit loved the sound of its melody, singing through the trees and bouncing through the bushes. The water was flowing quickly over the tops of craggy, moss covered rocks, and Kit pulled Belle to a stop to watch and listen.
The horses dipped their heads to draw refreshment from the shallow pool on the shore. The water was no more than a hands-length deep at any part of the brook, but it glistened in the sunlight streaming through the canopies and seemed as alive as the birds that echoed its refrain.
