“Upstream,” Cordelia said, feeling better. “I’m looking for my mother and Dylan told me that all of your folk meet in the mountains in the spring.”
“That’s true, but we won’t be up there for another month at least,” Vera said. “There is still damming upriver. The floods are coming.”
“Flood,” Cordelia said, again it was a new word to her.
“When the water rises over the banks,” Neville explained.
“High tide?” she answered and they all looked at her funny. “Never mind, I understand. Thank you, for letting us stay. We won’t stay long.”