Firestone Hot Springs chimes

"I wasn't startled," the boy shot back defensively, his suddenly averted gaze giving away the lie. He pretended to study the rock he was standing on, bending down to absent-mindedly prod his nose against the warm surface, though he kept his right ear trained on the girl as she answered. He gave a shrug without looking up, continuing to examine his perch, tracing a small crack that ran along the rock with his muzzle. He honestly wasn't that concerned that she had been watching him. He hadn't really been doing anything out of the ordinary but the fact that a stranger had been so close and he hadn't even detected her made him wary. One could never be so sure among foreigners.

Atreyu finally lifted his head as the red-eyed stranger introduced herself with a polite smile. A fitting name. He hesitated a moment before dipping his muzzle and offering his own name, "Atreyu." Her offer for him to join her in the pool caused him to pause and study the pool she lay in again. He crept closer slightly, considering it. He wasn't exactly fond of bathing — despite the fact that he jumped into the ocean whenever he had the chance. This water was different, though. Reaching out a filthy paw, the boy touched the surface of one of the pools close to Scarlett, flinching slightly as he submerged it into the warm water. "What is this place?" he asked uncertainly, his former defensiveness fading away into pure curiosity.