Serpent Lake There's nothing in his eyes but need.

The water was glorious; cold despite the ambient warmth of the day, tasting of stone, leaving a grit upon his tongue when he drank from it. He stood on a stony lip over the rushing edge and lapped at the surface, drinking and drinking until he was so full of water that he might burst!

Of course, five minutes later and he was tippy-tapping his little toes in place, trying to stop himself from ruining a good thing given that he'd overwhelmed his bladder, and the last thing Cormag wanted to do was turn the water into wine (in this case a buttery chardonnay).