Sythce
Toivoa
"Ouch!" a tresure fenling carefully lifted her paw from the hot sand and gingerly licked it. "Ewww, sand," she said spitting some out of her mouth. It almost looked like she was dancing, one paw never on the ground for too long in case it got burnt.
The temple draculi next to her sighed. "I thought a fenling's natural habitat was desert?" he asked, his eyes glinting in amsuement as he watched her hop up and down.
"Well appearently you thought wrong." The fenling gave a haughty sniff and glimsped the sparkling water for the first time. "Let's get in there before my paws fall off," she told the draculi. "Oh, there seems to be somebody in there already," she continued. "Let's go say hi."
"How about let's no-" Sythce was cut off as Toivoa dashed into the water. Muttering darkly under his breath he made to follow her, not feeling the hot sand underneath his paws at all.