Jazz crossed his arms, as he was a tough guy; sharing his discomfort plainly like the blue sky over them could only mean making him a weaker Yoshi. "I invited us here to discuss this accusation we had in a sleeps last night." Jazz announced.
Snowie Jr swallowed hard, but noiselessly. He knew this would happen. The dream was the last thing he had wanted to converse about. Its dark flows of peril and fate flashed through his sky-blue eyes like lightning flashes on a stormy night, with no hope of storm break anywhere.
Snowie Jr (white yoshi) felt like he had shrunk as Jazz (black yoshi) and Skipper (blue yoshi) gazed at him with hidden anxiety of the dream they all shared last night. Snowie Jr straightened up and stepped closer to them, the three forming a tight, but open, triangle.
Jazz blinked. "I'm certain that when I walked downstream of a stranded river in the dream," he began. "I had come across you two. I saw this old guy with a robe telling us to… go that-a-way." He pointed his finger to the East.
Skipper opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. A random gust of wind had blown hard enough to wag their fine, short tails. The faint sound of a river trickled in the air. It was faint in his mind but Snowie Jr realized they heard it, too.
A raspy, elderly voice croaked in the course of the morning air, like thunder in open grassland.
Come by the stranded river… A trio of yoshis must follow the snaking river where I stand. There, I will tell you of your history… Come…
As it faded, so did the wind and the trickle of the river. Jazz shook his head, patting his forepaw on his left ear as if he had swimmer's ear. Skipper, round-eyed, looked around as if he heard a sonic boom. Snowie Jr lowered his head in confusion. There, I will tell you of your history, echoed Snowie Jr.
Skipper regained his previous stance, hands on his hips. His eyes sparkled with interest. "In Davey Jones Locker, what in the Catahoula Yoshi was that?" Snowie Jr was used to Blue Yoshi's wide choice of words.
Jazz was already heading for the exit of Silent Garden, the opposite direction of Yoshi Village. Snowie Jr and Skipper came trotting after him; Skipper lifted up an arm. Snowie Jr just followed silently. "W-wait," he shouted. "Where the pickleberry cheese crackers are you heading to?"
Black Yoshi didn't look back; he just kept going. "Heading towards the old man's river," he snorted in a matter-of-fact tone.
It wasn't long before they emerged out of the barriers of the woods and out into the expansive field. There were fewer trees here and, with a good squint, Snowie Jr could see a skinny, blue snake stretching ahead of them.
"I see it!" he shouted. Jazz kept trudging ahead of them a few meters ahead.
Skipper leapt forward and grabbed Jazz by the frill, tugging it vigorously. "Would you stop it you nitpicking, toe-slamming, foot-breaking fossil?" he hissed. "Can't you see that?"
With a first chance to look at his surroundings, as if noticing for the first time, Jazz's eyes narrowed at the blue snake. Then, the faint sound of trickling water could be heard. Snowie Jr's eyes became round with wonder. Jazz only huffed and trudged onward like before, only with more meaning and purpose.
"It's the Old Man's River," he said, glancing briefly back over his shoulder. Skipper and Snowie Jr were on his tail as they approached to the snaking river. Now, the only thing to do is to follow it and Snowie Jr could already smell the building fear amongst them.
