Words of the Constant
Hot Spring
Just a simple chemical reaction.
I'll just have to wait for it to fill up again.
If only I could soak my weary bones.
Water turns to glass under the moon. That's just science.
I'm sure that's safe.
It's a crater, I guess that's pretty common on the moon.
This would make a great swimming hole! It's even heated!
It's like it's frozen in time.
There's no sense in questioning these things.
No sense standing around an empty hole.
It looks so warm and inviting.
A giant splash, frozen in time.
What a nice aroma.
An empty basin.
Ah, if only I had time for a nice soak.
It looks quite pretty in the moonlight, non?
'Tis imbued with the power of the moon!
Odd, I do not see the fire giant...
Perhaps a fire giant slumbers beneath!
Oh no! The giant is trapped!
How posh.
It's of no use to me like this.
I miss a good long bath.
I could make use of that glass.
It smells nice and looks pretty.
Aw, it's all dried up.
Splish splash.
We could crack it open.
I don't see how this helped.
Nothing left for me here...
When I gaze upon my reflection, a ghost stares back at me.
The top is solid glass.
Yes, I'll definitely soak my feet later.
The spring will replenish itself in good time.
My old feet could use a good soak.
I strongly suspect moon glass is organic in composition now.
The bombs are fun to throw in.
What's better than a hotspring? A fire pit!
So toasty and warm!
Should we smash it up?
I'm not really a bubble bath kinda gal, but that looks pretty good.
Dry as a bone.
It's a nice, warm spring.
Woah, the top glassed over solid.
Puddle stinks with good smells now.
Is just dirt hole now.
Is hot puddle.
Mighty Wolfgang will punch through silly glass!
Lookin' purdy.
Let's wait an' see if it fills up again.