Brilliant splashes of sunlight fell down on the world, collecting in puddles on the ground in the spaces between branches and leaves, creating bright patches of white light that were hard to look at. A pair of faded blue eyes shot through with speckles of gold squinted as their owner stepped through a shaft of sunlight that had found its way in between two large oaks, Carlisle himself grumbling quietly under his breath at the stroke of heat that struck him across the back of his neck and shoulders, feeling almost as if a blanket had dropped out of the sky and settled onto his head. After the long morning of laboring in the fields of his family's farm, the sensation was not welcomed. Stepping swiftly to one side, he gratefully slid beneath the comforting shade of the surrounding trees, enjoying the overhead interlocking of the branches as the great forest behemoths grew stronger the closer he came to the great river. Briefly, he ran his thin work calloused fingers through his damp red gold curls, extricating the strands that had begun to clung eagerly to the skin of his forehead and moving them to more appropriate places. He sighed, inwardly contemplating whether it had been a wise idea to let his hair grow so long, the thick waves beginning to spill over his ears... But thoughts of the condition of his locks were firmly pushed from his mind is the first drafts of cooler air collided with his exposed skin, smelling of wet rocks and algae. He had reached the river. The last of the trees vanished into a pebbly beach, the water quietly lapping at the grey and pale purple stones that lined that stretch of the great river. Carlisle sighed gratefully at the pocket of damp cool air that hung around the slow flowing water, breathing in a deep lungful of the refreshing humidity. He waited for another moment on the edge of the forest, closing his light eyes to fully absorb the moment, before he began to pick his way across the uneven footing. He was barely halfway across the gap between plant and water when a splash of bright colors caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, standing out starkly in contrast against the monotony of the rocks. It took his mind a few seconds to catch up with what his eyes were telling him, but by the time he registered what he was seeing, the young man had already started to sprint across the beach, falling heedlessly to his knees by the unconscious sodden figure of a young woman, her clothing sticking to her skin with River water, her wet hair spread out around her head and clinging to the skin of her face and neck. Breathless with concern, he shakily brushed away her soaked locks, pressing his fingers into her throat searching for a heartbeat. He was relieved to feel a steady pulse against his fingertips, see the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. "Miss... Can you hear me? Wake up." Carlisle lifted his voice into almost a shout, padding the side of her face in an attempt to wake her.