Lion Head Mesa Sips froth from soft, warm joe

The wellspring was a curious place. The Mazoi had only ventured there once or twice to bathe in the water when it was most quiet. Before, the waters had been warmer. Sunlight had been able to light them and fill them with a tepidness. As the season had changed, the waters had gotten colder. By winter, Arsenio was certain they would experience a rather frigid bath if they tried to wade into it. At least, he could count on it to invigorate him.

As the Mazoi prowled toward the wellspring, he heard another within the waters. The redstone guard pricked his ears forward, considering whether he was interested in spending time with the other members of the mesa. This contemplation held him outside the wellspring for several minutes until he swallowed his uncertainty and stepped inside.

Sayf, the Greek noted him with a warm tone. Care to have a guard join you?