Firestone Hot Springs Sight seeing my life

A vision had led him astray. It pulled him away from the woman's home and toward a strange, steamy place. The heat that radiated from here was unavoidable, and Artax found himself drifting closer and closer to the hot pools of water. Tiny floating rivulets of water soon engulfed him as he stood at the edge of one of these steaming ponds. He felt heavy here, as if the world around him had stopped and he was the only one still moving.

But the soft splash of water made him realize that it was not the case. Slowly, almost lazily, Artax turned to see a white figure making its way into one of the other pools. "Atka," he whispered breathlessly. The vision had not been a farce. Artax moved toward the white figure and stopped on the edge of the water. It was not Atka herself, for that would have been a sight to behold, but it could only be one of her many forms. Artax stood at the edge with his ears pricked forward, anticipation causing him to vibrate slightly.