Thana comes to the water like a lion. Her steps through the grasses and the black-stone are near silent (for each withers to dust and rot at her touch). Here her horn hardly sings in the wind and as if even that bone upon her brow knows that this is not the time to rejoice in its existence apart from the vicious rift-magic.
Now is the time for hunting.
The water spreads out before her like a sun and she cannot help but stare until her eyes ache with the brightness. It looks like home, this pool of water with magic spread through it like oil. It looks like that not-water that made her and it tastes like salvation when she bares her teeth against the ache of too much light.
She moves closer and closer and the world dissolves like eons have passed underneath the sickle blade of her tail. Her thoughts do not stray to religions or gods or water. Thana thinks only of hunger, of want, of that nameless fury boiling and boiling inside of her. And still the water draws her closer and her throat doesn't feel dry but full. She feels like there is an ocean living in the crevices of her throat, her bones, her belly, her soul.
She feels like she is a deep ocean of purpose that has no name or direction.
Even when the water laps over her hooves Thana does not stop moving further and further into that bright and almost blinding light. She pauses once to wonder that the water lapping at her skin doesn't dry up in that hollow, wanting void around her. That should have turned her steps back towards the shore but it doesn't-- oh it doesn't.
Thana takes a single breath that is deeper than her last and submerges herself under the water. It feels like coming home.
The water starts to sing as it fills the cracks in her horn.
@Random Events
***STAFF EDIT
@thana has rolled a 5! She has been awarded +1 EXP point for interacting with the pool.
