Falls of the Hinterlands At ease

He had passed the falls so many times during the day. Truly, too many to count as he made his rounds around the Sun Mote Copse. Each time, the falling water struck him as nothing to write home about, but now, after night had fallen over the wilds, something had changed. There was something about the way the moonlight reflected against the water -- how it appeared to glow as it ran over the flat rocks. It was beautiful.

Ar-Khalba couldn't help himself after seeing the waterfall in its full nocturnal beauty. His paws carried him forward and soon he found himself wading into the water. Chest deep, he stared upward with his mouth agape. The mist that rose from the water crashing into the pool before him enveloped him. The moonlight caught in the mist, giving it an ethereal glow.