On Moonsday, he stepped through the Veil of Dusk and Dawn. He was delighted on how the sunlight was dancing on his waves and so he remained on wathching them for some time.
On Warsday he crossed the old bridge that has been built over his waters long time ago; the builders long gone. He was slightly worried on how close the human colonizations had spread and on how far they had strayed from nature. He commited the worry in his memory to be properly examinated and to be thought over later as he would have time to do so.
On Middleweek he travelled far in the upstream of one of the rivers running to his arms, finding delight on the chatter of small foams of the rapids, tallying with each one of them, and gently petting their white curls before they ran forward, giggling and whispering during their race.
On Thundersday he rested for a while in the quiet waters of river bend.
Later that day he saw a human child playing in the forest, not far from the riverbank. He thought for a moment of interveneing this, but decided against it as the Forest wasn't his to guard nor rule, even tho he didn't approve the situation.
On the Madamsday he listened the worries of the young of his court.
He promised to escort them once their first joyrney down the river would come.
On the Bathingday he remembered it wasn't appropriate to walk on land without clothing and so he summoned foam of the river to be his dress and small waves to be his robes.
They giggled at their lord's forgetfulness as he smiled gently at them and pretend not to hear their jesting.
And on the Sunsday he had a dream.
And he laught.
And he cried.
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