He followed Melinoe's instructions. North-ish. East-ish. A rambling trail, through woodland steeped in winter magic. And here the trees parted, fields spread open like a lover glad to see him. Except, of course, for the unseemly blue cracks splitting the grass everywhere. They'd slowed him down worse than being, frankly, lost.

Time passing remained a fairly esoteric concept to Rivers in some ways, but he did come to agree with his Queen's notion that this had been a frankly awful juncture to do some sight-seeing. Hopefully his destination was still intact by the time he got there.

And since his vacation was a rather indefinite one, he supposed he best do what he could to extend the lifespan of the world. Wouldn't you know it, the powers that were had just the solution.

Runes.

Generous of them to be so forthcoming. A fae would have wrapped in riddles! As he roved, River's eyes stayed keen for anything fit to excite curiosity.