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Meanwhile, talking all the time, we began collecting small Talker flowers stuffing them into the bags and tamping them down from time to time to fit more.

Once the bags were full to the top and tied firmly, we went down the slope to the mountain river, sat on the grass, took out supplies and started waiting for the sunset.

That long trip made our legs hurt incredibly, so we decided to put them into the fast stream running down the mountain, and were enjoying its coolness.

“I was just thinking the other day, why not practice some archery? I think I could ask Yoos to teach me. Think he would agree?”

“Well, at least you could try asking him,” I smiled, “if you really mean it, of course. But keep in mind that he is not going to be any softer on you just because you are a girl.”

“Oh, I’m very serious. And my sister is so cool! Really tough and awesome! And me? I am no worse, you know. I’ve already made up my mind!” she announced putting on some oh-I-am-so-totally-determined-now look, yet could not keep it for long and burst out laughing.

“Hey, you, with your mind made up! Just don’t shoot off somebody’s nose,” I said ironically and splashed water in her face.

Elcha closed her face with a sleeve, jumped to her feet and shouting something like “That’s what you are up to!” began to splash back. We were chasing each other along the river bank, splashing and squealing like two young kids. Then, all of a sudden, she slipped on a wet stone while I tried to grab her. Next instant, clinging to each other, we collapsed into the fast stream, which picked up its prey instantly carrying the two girls, both twisting and puddling, away from the place where they fell into its soft yet firm grip.

For some time the river was spinning us in its captivity, but then its strength and depth began to decrease gradually, as if offering us a chance to crawl out.

Drenched to the skin and freezing, we fell on the grass. We looked at each other and burst into a hearty laugh – we looked so stupid. Both dripping, hair tangled and stuck to the foreheads, like the tentacles of a red octopus.