She was a river girl, wild and free, with sun-kissed skin and tangled hair that smelled of summer. The water was her second home—she knew every bend, every hidden cove, every whisper the current carried. Barefoot and fearless, she’d skip stones with perfect aim and wade in without hesitation, laughing as the cold water lapped at her knees. The river didn’t just run through the land—it ran through her, too, steady and untamed.