The trail north was rocky. Narrow. Hemmed in by giant trees. It was not possible to jog. But along the way there were views of the river. As she walked in the woods, She thought again of the water taxi women. With strong arms. Rowing.

At Septemberclaver, Ethan was her best friend. He taught her how to run, how to box, how to swim fast. He showed her things about the system that her father would not divulge. But she did not think she was in love with Ethan, nor, as she had found out the difficult way, was he in love with her. Now all she could think of was the water taxi women. All four of them.