It was the animals that led him here. From the ground, the path of their movement would be difficult to trace. From a grander scale, (the sky) to a keen eye, (Mateo's) the pattern becomes clear. A single point is calling to them, tucked between two knolls fat and green and happy with the recent rains. Hovering in the air with strong, steady flaps of his wings, he turns to look back at his home, a small but imposing sight at the foot of the plains. How beautiful and comfortable and safe it is! After a long, apologetic look, he faces the mysterious place to which all living things were drawn. And he begins to fly towards it.
He would say that was the animals that led him... but he is not sure if that is the truth. It feels, strangely, like he's following his heart.
Night has fallen by the time he lands before the water. For a moment he looks directly at the liquid, and a ringing-- no, a singing-- fills his head. His skin is made a drum which the water beats its song into, and the rhythm sinks into muscle to bone to marrow. He almost cries out at the violence of the song and the brightness of the light and the heat. The heat! It greedily pulls the sweat from his body.
mine, it chants. It pulls. mine.
He takes a step closer.
"No one has seen the gods cry." He realizes there is a woman there. Was she always there or did she just arrive? She lowers her head to drink, as graceful and wild as a doe but nowhere near as sweet. "But today we taste their tears." He does not know if he is talking to himself or her, if he is singing or speaking. He lowers his lips. The water is warm as flesh. He drinks, and his mouth is full of song.
***STAFF EDIT
@mateo has rolled a 5! He has been awarded +1 EXP for interacting with the pool.
