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You hurry along, still laughing from the joy and magic of the unicorns, and follow a brook in a fit of randomness. After a while, you stop to drink, and the water tastes clear and cold, perfect. You look up, a grin spread wide over your face, and then jump to your feet as the smile leaves to make way for sheer joy once more. The most marvelous dog stands before you, one that is quite unlike the morlor from before. Beautiful and kind looking, his eyes show warmth and tenderness. Then there's the rest of him! How gorgeous and strong, and how wonderfully he fits with the river.
"I'm Riversilk," he says in a sweet, silky voice that trickles like the water. "You look like you were having fun; laughing is fun anyway."
"Oh, yes, fun," you laugh, and leap across the stream to pet him, your hands still slightly damp from water and slipping over his coat. "What do you do for fun?"
The question's greeted with a laugh, and he jumps to his feet as you laugh as well. "Why should I tell you, when I could show you?" he asks, and with that he tackles you, the two of you rolling down a hill as you land, each trying to finish on top.
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