Her chest swelled with joy at the singing of the rushing river that flowed not far from her feet. The energy of the rushing water was exhilarating and overpowering at the same time so that she wished to both dive in headlong and to retreat to the quiet dryness of the surface again. The sound was like a thousand-thousand tiny voices clamoring for her attention at the same time. Each droplet wanted to tell her a secret, to play, to dance, to sing. To swim. Secret, she whispered back with her heart. Tell me your secret. The river lacked the words to describe it. Show you, whispered innumerable voices. So they walked. The water edged closer to their feet as they went, and the two humans edged closer to the cave wall. And then there was no more dry edge, just a slickness that slowed their pace as they kept from slipping into the water. After a few more minutes, she and Joral sloshed through an inch or more of cold black water.
