Hot Springs — In Warm Waters

Truth, whispered the part of them that had begun to simply know as of late. How enjoyable, to know the feline so far spoke only with honesty. Then Larkspur was likely right that no one - feline nor wolf - held claim to these blissful hotsprings nor the chilly land that surrounded it. They took that confirmation as invitation to continue relaxing, unbothered by the new presence - they had met quite a few new faces since they surfaced here, what was one more to their repotore? "Folke is from this world but I am not," Larkspur informed - ah, another newcomer. They wondered how this particular unfortunate soul had ended up here. They'd come to believe that this particularly place was a sort of... in-between realms, so to speak. After all, what else would explain a place that one could get to through drowning (and potentially dying?), falling through a well or even merely drifting to sleep and awakening in a land of fog, of fire or heat and unfamiliar trees? "A flood washed me away and I awoke here. What brought you, Eve?" They name tasted... short, on their tongue. Not bad, merely undescriptive - it was an interesting difference they had come to recognize. Most of the names that Larkspur knew were of two or three syllables, often relating back to their home but in this new world... in this new world, names were short, offered little to nothing of an explanation about the creature they were mantled upon and did very little to introduce them. --- Text. Speech. Thoughts.