Rosewater Oasis I dream in oily fluorescent swirls

He turned the stone over and over again, grating it against the stones in the small pool, scuffing the surface of it so that when he moves it to the next pool, it might buff to a shiny finish. But he could feel the friction of stone on stone beneath his feet, and felt like perhaps the grit wasn't right. It felt as though he was just constantly scratching the surface of the turquoise, and when he pulled the stone out, he found his suspicions were correct. 

"Horsethistle," He muttered under his breath, before he moved the piece of turquoise to another small pool where the stones were less coarse. It was then, though, that he looked up- and caught sight of what he first thought was a trick of the mirage...But his keen eyesight knew better. The flicker of dark moved in such a way against the waves of heat on the horizon that he knew it was another canine who approached- 

and materializing from his summons was the Widower herself. 

He blinked. He hadn't expected her to just...Show up like that. 

He left the turqoise and strode into the cool waters of the pool, dipping his head under before lifting it and sending a spray of water over his shoulders. But when he looked up again, she was still there. He huffed, and gave her a cheshire grin. 

"Here I was, thinkin' I had sunstroke." He admitted. "But you're actually here."