Firestone Hot Springs but now the nightmares come again

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The stranger’s eyes opened slowly, back lit with understandable displeasure as Harps disrupted her respite. The yearling noticed this, though she was momentarily ensnared by the colors of the woman’s irises: the right was the hue of spring leaves and the left made her think of a sunflower with its bright burst of yellow around a darker center. Before she could catch herself for staring, the stranger moved, breaking eye contact, and Harps blinked her own lackluster eyes as she snorted lightly to herself.

Her brow rose in surprise at the unexpected invitation that followed. Harps padded closer, pausing at the edge of the pool, enjoying the wave of humid heat that pressed against her face and chest even as its odor burned her nostrils. Slowly, she slung her belly to the ground, her forepaws dangling into the pool, though she didn’t slip into the waters.

Instead, she gazed at the she-wolf with the mesmerizing eyes, hoping for another glimpse, and said, ”I’m Harpsichord, although everyone calls me Harps.” By “everyone,” she referred to her parents and Lele, though Harps happily carried this nickname forward into her new life. ”I’ve only ever come across one other hot spring, back when I was a little kid. I always wondered why they smelled like farts.” Even as the words slipped off her tongue, Harps realized she’d spoken crassly and felt her face warm, her copper eyes shooting pensively to her new acquaintance’s face.