[ Yeah unfortunately there is nothing to gleam except it is a working fountain now and very nice to listen to. Siffrin nods and continues onward, the presence worsening even as they stride... perhaps towards it, at this rate.
Who can say. Thorns block their eventual path, where several new basins lay instead. One is murkier than the others. It may or may not have been licked; there is no evidence to either end.
Regardless, four profiles not unlike their plaques in the promenade remain just beneath the surface of the ice of, well, four basins, partially obscured by leaves. Siffrin will let Sabo read over them before-- ]
They're the spirits trapped here. We can't see them all the time, or touch them, but they're friendly. Um, as far as I've met.
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Who can say. Thorns block their eventual path, where several new basins lay instead. One is murkier than the others. It may or may not have been licked; there is no evidence to either end.
Regardless, four profiles not unlike their plaques in the promenade remain just beneath the surface of the ice of, well, four basins, partially obscured by leaves. Siffrin will let Sabo read over them before-- ]
They're the spirits trapped here. We can't see them all the time, or touch them, but they're friendly. Um, as far as I've met.
[ ... A glance at the final basin. ]
That one works.
[ Whatever that means. ]