Sleeping Dragon From my home I started

"Tastes horrible, if you ask me, which you never do, of course," Foxglove told Junebell after they had inspected a dried up bed of a rivulet and she had tried to eat a salt-encased tiny fish (the wrong thing). Water had long since been gone, but the thick streak of salts and minerals had remained. And the smell of rotten eggs, of course. She had once heard that a water that stank like this had healing properties, but did not believe it at all. She had never seen anyone, who had become better just because he stank. 

Junebell snickered (that's, what Foxglove thought she felt) and did not comment. The salt was burning Foxglove's throat, therefore she decided to leave the trail and head for the nearest fresh-water source. "If I dry and shrivel up along the way - you know that it will be your fault," she said matter-of-factly. "You can't make me do stupid things and then take no responsibility for it, after all."