Aegir shook his head, frusterated with his lack of vocabulary and his inability to get the message across.
He expected Oliver to ask him another question, perhaps about his life, but the one he did ask surprised him.
@Oliver
Aegir shook his head, frusterated with his lack of vocabulary and his inability to get the message across.
He expected Oliver to ask him another question, perhaps about his life, but the one he did ask surprised him.
The more Oliver spoke, the more relaxed Aegir became. The water had been heavy upon its message of sacrifice and he had worried that it would be a bad thing, a dark thing. But it could mean anything. There was no point in stressing about it now - whatever the water told him was coming. He would sacrifice something and he would have to be able to distinguish what that was.
He shook his head at Oliver's question.
He didn't understand. Why did the water speak to him and not to Oliver? Or perhaps it was and Oliver could not understand? He began to drink the water, feeling dehydrated once again from the magic he had been doing. He eagerly lapped up the water, silent for a while as he drank quickly.
Once he had drunk his fill, Aegir stood back up, water dripping from his muzzle. He turned his attention to Oliver as he began to speak...and instantly became very interested. There were so many different kinds of magic, so much more in the world then just this river, then. And Oliver could do so much! Aegir was fascinated and impressed with his friend.
He knew that Oliver had said he could make things glow, but a part of Aegir did not really understand what that meant until he pulled out the rock. His eyes widened as the dog handed the glowing orb to him and he gently raise a paw and clumsily rolled it into his other. He held it up to his eyes, observing it and admiring its beautiful glow. Magic, this was magic. A beautiful thing. He would keep this forever, to keep alive the memory of this day. And his new friend.
He looked from the orb as he held it close and pushed his head against Oliver.
Aegir looked at Oliver for a moment, wondering if he should go with him, learn with him, or if he should stay by himself. But he did not know. He was young, how could he know? But that water probably did. But he was growing weary of his magic. He wanted to simply ask, ask and receive and answer. Could the water do that?
Without really thinking, he picked up a pebble and turned to the river, tossing it cleanly into the water. There was a small plop as it plunged in and Aegir watch the water fall. He understood.
He turned back to his friend and looked down at the little light.
Aegir listened attentively to Oliver's explanation. He wanted to know each room, he wanted to see them all and all the waters in every single one. And not just the waters, he wanted to see the people that lived in them. Would they be as nice as Oliver? As patient and kind? He hoped so. He hoped everyone was like this. But he knew they would not. It was a dream that was unreachable, but still, he would hope.
He did not want Oliver to leave empty handed, though. He felt as though he needed to give his friend a token of their meeting as well. He held out a paw and focused intensely. If he brought water together, close enough, make it solid...a little teardrop shape formed in his paw as moisture in the air collected and then froze. It was small and a little ragged, but it was something. He held it out to Oliver.