Wake up on the bank
"So this is one of those water spirits, eh?"
"Beautiful, isn't she. Hardly looks real."
"What do you think we should do with her?"
"Shh, wait till she wakes up. Common people are often greatly
rewarded for helping the magic folk."
Heavily, as if pulling yourself from under a stone, you open your
eyes. Surrounding you, but at a respectful distance, are a group of
anxious-looking young men. All of them are mildly good-looking in a
healthy country way, but one stands out. You recognize him as the boy
who had noticed you just before you passed out. He is slim and lovely,
with dark, curly hair and complex green eyes which are now completely
focused on you with intense worry.
Minutes or hours or perhaps days later, you find find yourself lying
on the riverbank. Your mind is stil fuzzy, but you can feel the soft
grass beneath your skin and the gentle breeze washing over you. You
want to fall back asleep, but quiet voices, as though far away, keep
you conscious.
