After Dardrover had found his girls, being the mischievous young maidens they were.
Always wandering too far, no matter where they had set up camp, and also after several scoldings. They had made it to Celondim.
Miroviel, immune to her Father's frustration had seen the water and immediately, ran off the docks and into the water. Her laughter was loud and her smile as sweet as honey.
This was her youth, it was best that she had made the most of it.
