Firestone Hot Springs lotus eater

@Puck!

The season caused a sense of restlessness within Lyra, and she knew Hydra (and no doubt Alya over in Easthollow) felt it too. They ranged far, collecting useful herbs and trinkets, keeping track of herds and vermin alike, and ensuring possible threats to Moonspear were kept at bay. Yet after they returned to their mountain, only a couple of days — sometimes only hours — passed before Lyra was keen to head off again. Her itching paws begged for a journey.

This time she wandered northeast towards Whitefish River, though she stopped just short of it, attention captured by a peculiar place. The earth beneath was warm despite the chill in the air, and it looked as if the clouds in the sky had come to rest just above the ground here. Lyra wove gracefully through the fog and pools of water, stopping every so often to test the temperature of one with a dip of a paw, all the while trying to ignore the atrocious smell of the place. It was beautiful, but god, it reeked.