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The walk was pleasant the stones that guided his feet to the island were solid under his feet and he stepped onto dry land without adventure ,The Moraden dracon was the third entity to step onto the island.

The path to the temple was quiet apart from the parrots that flew about his head in a kaleidoscope of colour. One settled on the strolling dracons shoulder and seemed content to rest therefore the duration of his visit.

The temple gleamed in the sunlight a dazzling white edifice beautiful in its stark simple logical lines. Darkthael walked its circumference his feet sinking into the soft green sward , he felt no inclination to enter its hallowed portals content to take in the vista for the moment. It was at the rear of the temple that Darkthael noticed a further feature a copse of willow trees spreading their billowing boughs down as if in prayer.

It was hot on the island far warmer than the mainland and even the most disciplined of dracons would begin to feel thirsty and logic might suggest that where there were willows there might well be water. Darkthael might feel the need to explore this grove of willows and if he pushed his way through the boughs he would find a pool of the clearest coldest water shimmering in diffused sunlight. As he contemplated this pool his thirst would grow perhaps it was psychosomatic but the sight of the cool clear clean water was mesmerising and the need to drink was overwhelming .

Did he stand there aware of his thirst and the driving need to slake his dry throat resisting the urge in good logical dracon fashion or would he gamble and take a drink from a pool born out of fire and chaos?

Nothing he had seen on the island so far seemed threatening indeed contact with the temple had calmed his mind almost as well as achieving clara

The voice was deep and gruff but with a kindly edge well friend you have found the pool why not take a sip after all its why the pools here .I promise you will feel better for the experience

The old willow tree dipping its limbs into the pool had a wooden sort of face etched deep into a knot half way up the trunk and what went for a mouth was curled into a smile go on my dracon friend be brave the wooden mouth chuckled I have not felt this good since I was a sapling!