Freshwater tears
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There once was a man who lived in the western mountains. He was a callous man who worked his three daughters hard.
The hills were dry and not much could grow, so the man would regularly send his children down the treacherous mountain paths to gather water from the lowlands. On one of these trips his eldest daughters returned too early, empty handed and without the youngest in tow. The father yelled at them for returning without the water but with heavy hearts the sisters informed him that their younger sister had fallen over a cliff and had surely died.
Overwrought with guilt at what he had put his children through, the father shed tears devoid of salt. He cried until a lake was formed at the top of the mountain and his daughters no longer had any need to make the dangerous trek again.
Seirennis, wandering storyteller