Firestone Hot Springs visions of blood and family

Muirrin watched the sputtering geyser intently, and after a moment of nothing further happening, the female slowly moved towards it. It deserved a more detailed inspection, for it seemed quite unnatural to her—though apparently harmless. Before she arrived too close, however, a twig snapped behind her. She paused in her steps toward the geyser, turning slightly to search out the source of the noise with her golden eyes.

They rested upon a male, sunk low in the ground. Despite herself, Muirrin's hackles began to raise and her lips pulled back into a snarl—she didn't like being spied upon, nor the feeling that she was being hunted. But before her stance could evolve into something more aggressive, the geyser suddenly blasted a strong stream of hot water into the air.

Startled by the unexpected event, and feeling a wave of heat radiate off the fountain of water, Muirrin yelped and leapt away with wide eyes. For the moment, she was too shocked to reprimand her stalker—or even give him a thought at all.