“This way to the Equisteo river!” I exclaimed, leading my guests towards the river. The dead leaves crunched underneath our feet.
“So, what exactly is a.. Eqiztigo?” Yvonne asked.
“First of all, it’s an Equisteo, second of all..” I paused. “I have no idea.”
I don’t even know why they want to go to the river anyway. There are stories of kelpies, but..
I drew in a breath as we walked towards the deserted riverbed. There’s only a few small drops of water, trickling down the empty riverbed.
“I have never seen the riverbed so dry..” Julia whispered.