"You've already seen the High Fen," Nyrielle began as the carriage rolled through the night. "It's a vast plateau that's covered with crisscrossing streams and rivers flowing from the mountains to the east. Those streams will converge into the White River. We'll be roughly following the course of the river for several days to reach the Briar."
"Is the White River like the Luath that flows through Lothian City?" Ashlynn asked. "Will we be passing through several villages that are sustained by the river?"
"No, the White River is very different from the Luath," Nyrielle said with a mischievous smile. "The Luath is a gentle river that flows along the surface of the land," she said, tracing a fingertip over the gentle curve of Ashlynn's collarbone before following the lacy neckline of her lover's dress.
