Firestone Hot Springs chimes

He had frowned at her further explanation of her home on the glacier, speaking of lakes and pine forests. What kind of floating chunk of ice was this? To Atreyu, it seemed to be more of a floating island. Perhaps he would have to visit this place sometime. For the meantime, though, he would entertain himself right here at the springs.

Water flew in all directions as the boy had thrown his paws in, unknowingly splashing Scarlett as well — not that there was any avoiding the debris from his cannonball. He didn't think to apologise to the girl, especially now that he suddenly found himself half-drenched and choking on the warm water. Her concern was met with more coughs from the boy before he recovered and let out a laugh. "Oh, it is warm!" he spluttered, eyes alight as he started forward again. Well, he was wet now, may as well have his annual bath now.

Clumsily, Atreyu waded into the pool near Scarlett, gasping as the warm water enveloped him. Steam rose all around him, masking the girl's face as he settled down at her eye-level, unconcerned that he had disturbed her peaceful soak. His ears remained upright as he rested his head on the equally warm rock, frowning slightly as he adjusted himself in the pool. It was an unusual feeling, being submerged in calm, warm water. He was used to the tumultuous, often freezing waves of the ocean. "Do you come here often?" he asked, looking up at Scarlett's blood-coloured eyes.