“What are you whispering to me?” Xetal asked the river Mother Nuna’s people had named Wicomico long ago. “Am I going on a journey into Constantina? Can you tell me when?” “That I cannot tell you,” the ancient waters sang, “for you mold your future with your own choices. And you alone must determine your path through life.” Xetal dipped her left hand into the water, “But how shall I know what choices to make?” “Follow the wisdom of your ancestors,” the river answered.
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RIVER SONG 4
