The Witch Princess, knower of all things mysterious, does not know about rivers. She knows of it—the definition and what one would look like, but she has yet to experience a river firsthand. She doesn't know the scent of the fresh breeze that would caress her cheeks, or the feel of cool mud squishing against her toes, or even the flow of the water gliding against her fingertips. Vivi couldn't even imagine the wonderful sound of the water tinkling against the smooth pebbles. How could she? The forest doesn't have any rivers and she has never left it before.
